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[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

CHAPTER LXV

INTERMISSION

Vegeta and Kakarrot were not the only couple to partake of one another’s offerings. Hiei and Kurama lay entwined as close as they could be without fusing into one body and Kurama’s bushy fox tail snuggled around Hiei’s thigh, leg and tush. Wait… Kurama’s tail?

Hiei tried to fight the mirth evoked by the caress of the lengthy appendage. “It’s a pity you can’t stay in this form. He’s so passionate,” the fire youkai sighed, showing emotion to one of the few people he knew would not tease him about getting soft.

Kurama’s tail tightened and the fox snickered. “You screwed Shuichi senseless, Hiei-san. You know when he’s asleep or unconscious that I can come out and play with you,” Youko’s deeper tenor voice purred as he snuggled against the other half of his soul.

“Life with you won’t get boring, that’s for sure. C’mon, fox, let’s get ready for dinner,” Hiei said as he attempted to rise but strong arms held him fast.

“Shuichi’s still unconscious. You know it takes him an hour or more to recover from such a pounding,” Youko replied.

“Well, Sakyou only gave us an hour and a half and we’ve nearly used the hour. Now, let’s get up and go shower,” Hiei began to struggle against his captor.

“No, I want a go at you. We haven’t romped since we had defeated that demon in Makai,” Youko purred as he continued his hold.

“Kurama! Let me go or I’ll burn that bushy pride and joy of yours!” Hiei’s ire began to rise along with his youki.

Youko let his captive lose then heaved a sigh as he crossed his arms. “You’re no fun. I’ll just have to warn Shuichi about your temper. Go, be off with you then, while I awaken your red-headed lover,” Youko replied and stuck his tongue at Hiei, who had vanished into the bath.

“I saw that, fox! Don’t forget, I can see everything I chose,” Hiei shot back.

Youko shook his head of silver silk then turned to regard his slumbering human host. The lad was gorgeous, like himself, and as a female, Shuichi was mouthwatering. Youko sighed. “Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty,” the fox spirit spoke as he disappeared back into the youth’s body.



Trowa lay entangled in Quatre’s hold, a contented smile playing on his otherwise serious but handsome face. It was just fifteen years ago that he would have never envisioned such a wonderful existence for himself, now, here he was, lying alongside the one person to see through his quiet demeanor and capture his heart. Now with eight children born from their four alien friends, although hints of the offspring’s alien parentage could be seen, and one of the most prominent businessmen in the colonial universe as his mate, Trowa Barton was floating among the stars. Nonetheless, life after the wars was the greatest treasure Trowa had ever been gifted and finding the other half of his soul was the most positive event during such a chaotic time. Although, his soul mate was in a male body, Trowa knew no female could stir his heart and soul the way his little blond Arabian prince did.

Quatre, on the other hand, lay snug and happily sated against his near seven-foot tall, uni-banged lifemate. Although he rivaled Sakyou, Vegeta, Heero, Relena, Milliardo, Treize and Bulma in both wealth and prestige, his greatest asset was the man against whose chest his head was pillowed. Quatre had known from his first meeting with the acrobatic, Heavyarms pilot that the pair was destined to be one. The pair sighed as one and the little blond opened his aquamarine colored eyes to meet with a pair of shining dark emeralds. Reaching up, Quatre brushed his mate’s now shoulder length forelock aside to uncover the handsome face of Trowa (Triton) Barton (Bloom).

“Hey, gorgeous,” Trowa whispered, a smile bursting onto his usually reserved face.

“Hey, to you, too, handsome. Oh, Allah, you wore me out, tiger, but I love it! You can mistreat me anytime,” the small Arabian businessman remarked.

It was no secret amongst the inhabitants of the San Francisco mansion that the little blond liked his physical exchange on the rough side. Although Quatre appeared to be as delicate and femme as either Jeita or Piccageta, the young man was as strong as the former pair in super Saiyan/Namek mode. Notwithstanding, Quatre threw his arms around his chosen one and snuggled closer into the embrace they shared.

“I never thought I could ever be this happy, Tro-chan. It should be outlawed to have such a life!” Quatre sighed.

“I know what it is you mean, my love. I can’t believe I nearly gave all of this up after the wars were completed. Kick me the next time I think of leaving you,” Trowa sighed as he snuggled his life partner closer.

Just then a loud beep shattered the idyllic blissful silence that sent both Arabian and Germanic/Latin/Grecian tongues on a spree of cursing that would make Vegeta, Heero and any apparition blush.

“You shower up, lover boy, while I go answer that Allah-forsaken thing!” Quatre replied, as the couple rose from the king sized canopied bed.

Following a parting kiss, Trowa went to shower while Quatre went to answer the beep after he had thrown on a sea green colored silk robe. Quatre opened the vid-phone, punched the ‘receive’ button to accept the call.

“This had better… Oh, Sire, I’m sorry,” the little blond Arabian apologized when he saw the face of the caller.

Vegeta smirked and his dark eyes sparkled with mirth. “I should be the one apologizing for interrupting the pair of you,” the Saiyan Prince’s lightened femme male voice spoke.

“Oh, we were just snuggling. Glad the youngsters are occupied otherwise. What can I do for you?” Quatre asked the man, who was father-figure to them all.

“Sakyou and I are having a pre-dinner meeting and request your presence as head of Winner Enterprises Incorporated. I shall contact Shuichi as head of The Minamino Corporation and Heero as head of Yuy/Maxwell Communications. The five of us comprise the Tournament Committee’s final judges and we need to brainstorm on how to handle certain participants and what the final prize will be for those not applying for UCAP membership,” the middle Saiyan Prince nodded.

“Give me a half-hour and I’ll be there. Oh, Sire, I can’t help but notice your outfit. It looks awfully familiar, like the one I designed and got beat up over,” Quarter noted.

“It is. After I found what those three rascals had done to you, I took your outfit, redesigned it and had several made. While we were shopping yesterday, I slipped two extra capsules amongst the purchases of Duo, PG, Jeita and yours, as well. I also gave two to Shuichi, just because. You’ll recognize them. They’re in a small box with a letter of explanation. It angered me that my sons and your friend would trash you over a piece of cloth! After I saw to your recovery, I took your outfit and modified it. You’ll see when we meet, son, and you will not have to worry about someone fighting you over what is rightfully your property. I hope you boys like them. Well, see you in another hour…” Vegeta smirked.

“SIRE!”

“Hey, I know the pair of you, just like French rabbits. No worries, though, if you don’t make the meeting, we’ll fill you in at dinner. Vegeta out,” the middle Saiyan prince bade.

“Quarter Raberba Winner, out,” the blond Arabian rejoindered, a blush and smile gracing his boyish features, then the two logged off.

The young Arabian businessman, who was as wealthy and successful as both Sakyou and others, got up from his call station and headed for the wash when he was pulled into the bath by a strong tug. Turning to search for his captor, Quatre was whisked under a warm spray and his lips crushed in a bruising assault.

“I missed you, little one. Who was on the vid-phone?” Trowa whispered in a seductive manner into his mate’s small shell-like ear.

Floating in a sensual haze, Quatre barely responded, “V-Vegeta-S-Sensi. I have a meeting to attend. Oh, Trowa… ngh… don’t stop, but I’m afraid we cannot,” Quatre lamented.

“French quickie?” Trowa drawled in a husky whisper, heat radiating from his eyes.

“You will do no such thing, my love one! But could I interest you in a joint five finger discount?” Quatre smirked, aquamarine eyes smoldering.

“Oooh, yesss, my little prince! Anything you suggest for my command is your wish!” Trowa remarked.

The pair began to pleasure one another by hand, however, Trowa, being the acrobat that he was, got an inspiration. Pushing his lovely mate slightly away, the tall former Heavyarms pilot knelt down, put his hands on the floor of the stall then pushed up into a handstand. Quatre’s eyes widened when he met the very rigid flesh of his mate’s maleness. Casting a quick glance downward, Quatre found that Trowa was mere inches from the blonde’s own pulsating need. With a nod, the pair latched onto one another and lost complete touch with reality.


Duo sat at a Sandalwood dressing table while Heero stood behind him and dressed the chestnut haired young man’s knee-length tresses. Like Hiei, Heero had a deep fascination with his mate’s unnaturally long male hair and love to wash it, brush it then style it to his love’s preference. As the quiet former ‘Perfect Soldier’ stroked the stiff bristled brush through his love’s hair, he asked…

“Ponytail or braid, my heart?”

Duo had slipped into a haze and started when his love had asked the question. “Huh? Oh, ponytail. I want those females to eat their hearts out! So, what did you think of the outfit? Quatre had one just like it only his was salmon and black with lace trim. His outfit caused quite a stir,” the longhaired ex-Deathscythe pilot explained.

“I know. You guys are lucky Trowa didn’t kill you! When Sire told me about the incident, I couldn’t believe you were part of it! You and Quatre are like brothers the same as Trowa and myself. I’m glad Sire was there to handle it. Ok, finish getting ready and I’ll meet you in the front room. Oh, and nice outfit,” Heero said just as their vid-phone began to beep. Heero moved to answer the machine. “Yuy here,” the chocolate haired pilot announced.

“Well, I don’t see any blood about you, so I take it your partner is still among us,” Vegeta’s voice teased.

“That looks like Duo’s outfit only in Saiyan blue and white. What’s the deal?” Heero inquired as he noticed Vegeta attired in a different color of the bell-bottomed pantsuit Duo was wearing.

“The deal, my dear Heero, is that I couldn’t see Duo and my sons trash little Quat over something as trivial as his clothing. I took Quatre’s original design, had it multiplied, then redesigned it and gave a set to the aforementioned, Shuichi and myself. Plus, during dinner tonight, Sakyou and I plan to have the new line modeled before my return after the tourney. That’s not why I called. Sakyou and I are having a pre-dinner meeting with our associates, which includes you and Duo. I’ve already spoken to Quat, so he and Trowa will be present. I just need to call and tell Shuichi and Hiei of the meeting. See you there,” Vegeta bade.

“Affirmative, sir. Yuy, out,” Heero nodded then the pair terminated the call just as Duo reappeared fully dressed. “You are breathtaking!” Heero smiled as he moved to intercept his mate.

“And you’re as gorgeous as ever. Hey, when you and the band played, was that a new song you and Zechsy played?” the long chestnut haired male asked as he hugged his partner.

“Hn. It reflects how we feel about Sire, even though our true parents and relatives have been restored to life, I feel better and more comfortable with Vegeta-Sensi. He’s helped us come out of soldier mode and I’m glad we met him and the others. Many of us really fail in social settings and Sire is a Godsend in that he had gone through many of the same horrors and traumas that we had ourselves. Killing without remorse or conscious thought, walling up the heart so as not to suffer pain or feel emotion, and not being able to relate to the enigma known as female or anyone on a human level. I still can’t figure out why the female gender is so put out because we prefer our own to theirs. I’ve made it painfully clear to her majesty that I want nothing to do with her and care of her even less,” Heero spoke and felt Duo tense in his embrace. Heero looked into his love’s eyes as he questioned… “Duo?”

Duo shook his head. He was well aware that the blonde princess of the Sanc Kingdom still had the hots for the man he loved with his very soul. He also knew that the two of them would forever be in competition for Heero’s heart and affections even though the former 01 pilot made it perfectly clear that Duo was his choice. The longhaired young male stepped out of the embrace with his partner and went to sit at the dressing table once again.

“Duo, hun, talk to me, please. I hate to see you upset. It’s because of her isn’t it? Koi, how many times do I need to tell you she means nothing to me? You’re the one I love and always will. Come, I want to show you off to all those high-class bitches and let them know they have nothing to offer Heero Yuy, owner and founder of Yuy/Maxwell Communications,” Heero whispered into his koi’s small shell like ear. The former 01 pilot then began to nip a fiery trail from Duo’s ear down to his neck.

Duo began to melt into the caress when…

‘KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK!’

“Grr! Who the hell…!” Heero snarled as he leaped away from his love and went to go answer the impatient pounding.

Heero stormed to the door muttering curses in ten different languages at the same time. Reaching the door, the former 01 pilot just turned the knob when the door flew open and Heero was forced to the ground with an earth shattering crash.

“WHAT THE F-MMPH!” was all Heero had managed to utter before he had been sent to the tan plush carpeting.

“HEEEEEERRRRRROOOOO! You have to help me pleeaaasssee!” a high pitched shriek sounded.

Hearing the commotion out front, Duo got up from the dressing table and made his way to the front to investigate. What caught his amethyst-sapphire eyes made him gasp and nearly fall to the ground himself, however, he had caught sight of the man he loved. There was his beloved Heero, a disgusted grimace marring his handsome face and a plea for ‘help’ in his cobalt/Prussian blue eyes.

Barring his teeth, Duo growled, reached down, grabbed Heero and pulled him free of the pink colored mound that had enshrouded his lean body. A whimper escaped Heero’s lips and Duo embraced him tight from behind as the green dress shirt his mate had on was wrinkled and soaked from the tears and other human liquids Duo preferred not to think on.

“Shhh, baby, it’s all right. Duo’s here,” the chestnut haired male spoke in calming tones.

“D-Duo? Duo! Oh, God, love, sh-sh-she attacked me!” Heero fought the upset to his highly sensitive system.

“It’s okay. Hun, go change your shirt and I’ll deal with her hyperactive highness,” Duo kissed Heero’s cheek, lifted him to a standing position then led him out of the main room and to the washroom.

After having seen to Heero’s comfort, Duo returned to the main room of the suite where he found a platinum blond head of hair leaning over the still sobbing princess of Sanc.

“I knew I’d find her here. Twit, she has to face her destiny like every other Sanc ruler,” Zechs (Milliardo Peacecraft) shook his head.

“What’s her malfunction this time, Zechsy? I thought we had made Heero’s preference clear and that it wasn’t her! I swear she’s obsessed!” Duo fought to keep his temper from rising and the snarl from his voice.

“Nothing too severe, Duo. I just logged off from searching our family history and found that she was to have been married to the ruler of the Principality to Zeon, Prince Zeontorro Yomanta Sahalin-Zabi. It is her duty to the Sanc crown that she marries and produces an heir. I also let her know that she had been betrothed from birth to the prince and that he had just arrived to see his future wife. She freaked, as you are fond of saying, and the rest is how you see. I don’t know where the hell she got the idea that Heero would welcome her advances. He’s a Gundam Pilot. Soldier-first-class, Preventer and head over heels in love with you. Zeontorro will set her straight and once she’s safely ensconced on Zeon, she’ll be no trouble at all. Let me get miss blonde and brainless back to her room to ready for dinner. Later, Duo, and send Heero my apologies,” Zechs smirked as he lifted his still distraught younger sister to carry her out of the Yuy-Maxwell suite.

Following the removal of the pink pest, Duo moved to the washroom to check on his mate. Raising his right hand, Duo gently knocked on the door.

“Yuy-Maxwell, the pink princess is gone. Zechs took her back to her cage,” Duo quipped to the closed bathroom door.

On the other side of the door, Heero stood leaning against the double sink, face dripping wet from having splashed water over his skin to regain his sense of being. Being in the company of the one being in existence that sent fear through his entire body, the strong former soldier was a mess of nerves. As he recovered from the shock of being so violated, he heard…

“Yuy-Maxwell, the pink princess is gone. Zechs took her back to her cage,” from the other side of the door.

That voice. That heaven sent voice belonged to the one who calmed his fears, dried his tears, soothed his nightmares and was the man he loved with everything he was. Shaking the water from his head then drying the residual, Heero opened the door.

“Duo!” the once Perfect Soldier sighed and fell into his life-partner’s arms.

Duo enfolded his love in a tight embrace, kissed him then loosened his hold so that 01 could complete his change of attire.