Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Best Thing is the One Waited for the Longest ❯ The Best Thing is the One Waited for the Longest ( Chapter 1 )

The Best Thing is the One Waited for the Longest

By: Aria Lerendeair

Author Note: Hi everyone! Despite facing stress and shitloads of work I have managed to put out another story. I am working on a sequel to my other fic `Salesman'. This one is sad, but it does have a happy ending, a real happy ending. I'm the kind of person who can't stand to not have a happy ending. The kind with lemons. So instead of working on the sequel like I should be I'm here writing this. And as a note, I destroy flames in an extra chapter, so if you flame me, prepare to get torn apart. *evil smirk* Literally.

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex scenes. *smirk* Like I'd do anything else? *laughs* So I would, but that's not the point.

Pairings:1x2, 3x4 5x6 Yes I know they shouldn't all be gay, but oh well, I like it like this!

Summary: Get-together story for the pairings, has a habit of going off on random tangents, but does make a lot of sense in the end. Sorta. Any G-boy lovers will like it.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING! THEY BELONG TO BANDAI AND PEOPLES LIKE THAT! If you sue you will get one box of pocky. (It's strawberry)

Question: ANSWER THIS IN A REVIEW PLEASE!!!! Should I enter this in a contest and if so under what category. Please review and answer. Love!

Heero, pilot 01, made his way through the base, his luger out, scanning the hallway. Detecting on enemies in the vacinity, he continued to the detention block. His mission was simple. Eliminate Pilot 02 before said pilot disclosed information important to their cause. He threw himself into a nearby room when a patrol walked down the hallway chuckling to themselves.

He shook his head at the lack of discipline and looked out into the corridor to see if anyone else was coming. A small cough from behind him made him spin around, his finger already tightening on the trigger of his weapon.

Shock hit him hard when he took in the form of his occasional partner. His shirt was open and obvious lacerations from a whip marred his skin. All the skin that wasn't red from the whip was mottled purple from both fresh and old bruises all over his torso. Heero approached and, lifting up Duo's face, determined that the other was unconscious. He leveled his gun with the brunette's face. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the horrible disfigurement he was going to cause to the boy's face.

He winced again at the swollen and cut lips as well as the white crust around his face. It was quite obvious what had happened to him and Heero was willing to kill him, rather than try to struggle and get past everything that might have happened here.

"Hey Heero, you here to put me out of my misery so I don't spill any precious secrets? Don't blame you, if you'd come sooner maybe I would have been able to properly receive you. I'm pretty smashed up right now, so could you just pull the trigger and...yanno kill me?" Duo said and looked straight at the barrel of the gun at his face.

"Right between the eyes if you don't mind, I really don't want to suffer anymore and a pinhole shot would work perfectly."

"Why?" Heero asked.

"Why do I want a pinhole shot? Well buddy, I don't know how someone as indestructible as yourself is going to understand, but the thought of watching myself slowly bleed to death is not that tempting, I don't like relishing in my own pain. I'd really just like one between the eyes that will be over in a second if I'm lucky." The braided man answered.

"Hn. Why do you want me to kill you? Why not beg for mercy?" Heero elaborated his earlier question, now realizing that the idiot had not understood what he had meant.

"I'm not as dumb as you all make me out to be. Deep down, I am a soldier and that part of me knows that there would be no other reason for you to be here. I understand that and I'm not going to try to argue for my own life when I know I have no chance of swaying you. This is for the mission and all right? I don't want to jeopardize the perfection of The Perfect Soldier simply by wanting to live. I am in a lot of pain though, so if you could just do me the favor before that bastard colonel comes back, I'd really be grateful. Not that he made me spill anything, but he is one sadistic jackass." Duo said then went silent as he stared at Heero.

"I know you have assassinated your fair share of people Heero, but as a piece of advice, the more you stand there staring at me the harder it is going to be to pull that trigger and leave my corpse lying here on the ground. I know what you are doing and why you are doing it and I forgive you for it, so don't worry about it and concentrate on getting the hell out of here. They upgraded security a few notches when I picked the cuffs and almost managed to escape. I imagine that if I had been you I would have escaped with a few bruises and nothing more. Doesn't matter now though does it Heero? Can I have a last request?" Duo asked.

"Hn. Depends." Heero said. He was having a littel trouble keeping up with the other pilot's thought process. He performed a quick check of the ammunition left in his gun and pointed it once again at Duo's face.

"Call me Duo when you say goodbye." Duo closed his eyes and lifted his face so that the other pilot could have a clear shot.

Heero closed his eyes and tightened his finger on the trigger.

"Goodbye Duo." He pulled the trigger. The bang echoed loudly in the small room, but Heero was out the door before he ever heard the soft noise of a body crumpling to the floor. He made it out of the base before the alert alarm ever went off. Duo's sad face was burned into his mind. He wanted to get back to the safehouse and throw himself into writing mission reports. Something tedious and boring like that would take his mind off of killing the only person who had dared to call him a friend.

*months later at the Libra battle*

"Damn! This would be so much easier if we still had Deathscythe!" Wufei yelled and used his flame-thrower to decimate another few suits.

"We spent months looking for it Wufei! Wherever Duo hid it, he hid it well, because it isn't coming back, now stop thinking about things that aren't going to happen! Duo has been dead for months, so he isn't going to come whirling in here and save all our asses, we're on our own!" Quatre yelled back over the comm.

"Out of ammo....shit." Trowa said and watched as his last weapon, the retractable knife, went spinning out into space. The Peacemillion was too far to his right for him to make it in time to retreat. He would go down as a soldier, as he always should have all those years ago with the mercenaries.

"Trowa? What's wrong? Trowa? TROWA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU'RE GOING TO GET KILLED!" Quatre screamed at the other pilot as he watched Heavyarms dodge countless suits, slowly making it's way closer to the Libra cannon. The suit took more and more damage and the blonde knew that there was no hope of Trowa returning. He tried to move toward Heavyarms, but his way was blocked by more dolls. There were too many for just three of them. Heero was still busy fighting Zechs and from the short glimpses Quatre was catching of the two fast suits Zechs was winning and Heero needed to do something quick or he was going to lose.

"Guess we needed that braided idiot more than we all thought." Wufei watched Heavyarms as the suit began to glow.

"Farewell friend-Trowa, I hope that your ancestors may keep you safe wherever you are going." The suit exploded in a ball of fire and knocked out a large number of the remaining suits. Wufei knew the blast was coming and was able to recover quickly. He heard Winner's loud sobbing over the comm, even though Sandrock continued to slash and spin through the dolls.

"Don't worry Winner, I'm sure he is somewhere safe and watching over all of us with Maxwell." Wufei said and watched as the dolls retreated. Epyon joined them and the remaining three Gundams made their tired way back to The Peacemillion.

Wufei got down from his Gundam just in time to see the retreating back of Yuy walking briskly down the hallway. He shook his head. Ever since the termination mission of Maxwell, Yuy had withdrawn at an alarming rate, not having said one word to any of them in weeks.

Instead of throwing away all of Maxwell's things and remembering him as the good soldier he had been Yuy had built almost a shrine of him wherever he was staying. Wufei shook his head. He had his own problems, he wasn't going to worry about a suicidal Perfect soldier.

Quatre took a sip of the stale tea and looked down at his shaking hands. He had lost Trowa twice in the space of less than a year and once again his heart was tearing itself apart. He had finally gotten Trowa to open up to him and tell him some of the things that had happened in his past. Fresh tears poured down his cheeks as he though of the poor child that Trowa had been and all that he'd had to endure.

Then the blonde turned his thoughts to poor Heero and how hard he had taken his killing of Duo. Even if Heero didn't always display the symptoms physically his heart was in just as much turmoil as his. Quatre rubbed absently at his chest. He missed the one true friend that he had found out of this war. Who had paraded around with him in women's clothing when they had had nothing better to do at his base. Quatre choked on his tea as more tears ran from his eyes.

"It would be more appropriate if I were a vampire. Then I could cry tears of blood and feel as if I were actually purging myself as I committed my crimes." The blonde whispered to himself, hoping that time would be enough to dull the pain.

Howard looked at the remaining three kids and sighed. It was a task too big for an army taskforce, and yet these young teenagers were taking on trials of men two or three times their age. He shook his head in dismay. Howard knew that if Duo Maxwell had still been here, he would have found something good in the horrible situation they were in. Anything at all. The balding man shook his head again. No use wishing for things that weren't going to happen. He'd best go see how the repairs on the three Gundams were going. He wiped the moisture from his eyes and walked away.

Heero stared out the window. The small memorial he had built for Duo was in front of him and he was staring out into the vast space that Duo had loved so much. More tears threatened his eyes, but Heero forced them back, he had cried more than enough when he had found Duo's journal and started reading it to see what he left out in the open for anyone to read. What stuck out in his mind the most was the day he read entry 12 dated four months before his death. It was the day that Heero had come back from a dangerous mission injured. Duo must have written it after the baka had patched him up.

Dear AssBitchDamnFuckHellShit,

Today, I figured out something about my fascination about Heero and it has the potential to either kill me or make me happy for the rest of my life. I love Heero. Seeing him come in today all covered in blood made me face my feelings that I've been hiding from for a long time now. I love him and I want to protect him, no matter how silly that sounds. He does need protection though, not from hurt caused by injuries, but by other people. He is still a child in that regard. I confess, I do want to be the one to protect him and shield him from the world so I can teach him everything. Maybe one day I will gain the courage to tell him everything. He would either shoot me or kiss me, and as I would definitely prefer the latter the previous is much more likely. I think I've done enough ranting for now, I'm starting to sound like Wuffers.

Duo Maxwell

Heero could feel the fresh tears on his cheeks. He didn't want to cry anymore, but every time he saw something associated with Duo it reminded him of everything that Duo had said about him in his journal. He was still in turmoil. He still didn't understand why Duo had forgiven him for the unforgivable. A sob escaped him and Heero turned away from all the memories and emotions swarming in him. He stomped out of his room to seek the solace he desperately needed, not caring who saw him or the tears on his cheeks.

*5 years later*

Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot extraordinare watched as his bride, Relena Peacecraft walked up the isle of the large cathedral they were getting married in. Another scene flashed into his mind with him standing in a similar place, but with a certain cherished baka walked up the aisle instead of the Vice-foreign minister. He managed a small smile for Relena when she took his arm and he caught a glimpse of Quatre in his now customary black that reminded him of Duo in the front row. He turned toward the minister and let the service wash over him.

Quatre blinked back tears. He knew Heero wasn't doing this for his own good, because the man's heart was still crying out in pain from a wound still fresh. Without realizing it, he clutched his own heart in reminder of the man that he had loved that had sacrificed himself for the peace that everyone in the Earthsphere relished in. He couldn't enjoy it anymore, he threw himself into his work and tried to forget, but no emotions that strong that young could ever be forgotten. He looked at the emerald on his right hand that he wore in a solemn vow that he would never love another. Tears were now running down his cheeks, but no one would guess the true reason.

Wufei stood at the back of the church away from where anyone might see him. Again he wished to his ancestors that Duo Maxwell might come back and keep Heero from making all the mistakes he would make without the baka's guidance. As the ceremony ended, he slipped away into the shadows to head back to his Preventers office.

*25 years later*

"Today on world news Quatre Winner died last night of complications of a heart problem that has yet to be diagnosed. The young billionaire was only forty-five years old and has left all of his substantial personal fortune to various orphanages across the Earthsphere concentrating in large part on L2." The announcer said and continued on to the next news story.

Wufei flipped the channel and stared at the ceiling.

"It isn't hard to know what he died of. It was a broken heart. Even the strongest soul cannot survive losing it's soulmate for long." The lone Preventer whispered to himself.

"One can't help but wonder on the wheels of fate. If Yuy had never killed Maxwell, what would have become of all of us? I do wonder." Wufei said quietly before returning to the paperwork from his latest mission.

*one month later*

"Breaking news folks! Just in! The Preventers, the agency that keeps us all safe while we sleep captured public enemy number one Mariemaia Khushrenada! Sadly one agent's life was lost in the process of the capture, but I'm sure we all agree that it was for a noble cause in keeping the public safe. The agents name was Chang Wufei. I'm sure we'll all be praying for this man tonight. This is Chris Standford saying goodnight to Sanc!"

"Down to one now." Heero whispered to himself. He vaguely heard his wife shout that she was heading out to the mall for a few hours before the house was quiet again.

"It wouldn't be quiet if you were here Duo. I take back everything I said about you when we first met. I never met a more wonderful person in my life, and I wish you were still here with me, because I love you. I know I'll never stop. Wait for me until I come to join you please? I miss the chatter that fills in the silence, I miss the mother hen yelling at me for taking missions that were too dangerous. I had no right to take all that away from you Duo. Why did you let me? Why?" The last Gundam pilot asked himself.

"What did I do?" No one answered the anguished question.

*45 years later on the 75th anniversary of Duo Maxwell's death*

An elderly woman pulled back the black veil obscuring her face and faced the large crowd in front of her.

"I'm here today to talk to you about my husband Heero Yuy and the life he lived. My husband did not have the privileged life of peace that many of us now enjoy. He grew up in the war, some experience leaving scars that he would never truly recover from. As most of you know Heero Yuy was a Gundam Pilot. What none of you know is that Heero was in love with one of his fellow pilots. The pilot of Deathscythe, pilot 02, Duo Maxwell. My husband loved him as only two soulmates can love each other, and while Heero and I were happy together, I knew I could never have the same hold on his affections as Duo Maxwell did. Another thing that none of you may know is that Duo Maxwell did not die from interrogations as most reports say, he was killed by my husband." A collective gasp echoed in the room, but Relena continued on.

"He regretted that until his very last breath and I'm sure that had things been different and had Heero not been ordered to kill Duo, Duo would be the one standing here today and not myself. My husband when he was younger did not understand that he did not have to do what he was told, as a product of his upbringing. The result is that Duo Maxwell is not here to grace us with his presence today. I hope that you will all join me in a solemn prayer for both of them praying that they are together at last." Relena finished and bowed her head. A sad smile lit her features as the rest of the people in the church followed her example as a minute of silence was kept.

"Rest well Heero. I hope that you now have the happiness that you deserve." Relena whispered and stepped down from the pulpit.

"That was Relena Peacecraft-Yuy giving the last words for the war hero, Heero Yuy. I share her hope that all of our viewers are praying for the reunited couple at last. This is Gregory Hardcastle, signing off."

Heero Yuy sat up in bed and scanned the room around him in a hurry, he felt under his pillow and there was the comfort of his glock 7. His luger wasn't quite as comfy. He pulled on his spandex and a tank top and raced out of the room. He was recalling every aspect of his alarming dream and knew what he had to do. He felt as if his dream had been a flash of insight that would change his life. He grabbed his gun from the table in the entryway and bolted out the door.

He started up the pickup they had stolen a week ago when Duo had been captured and hadn't touched it since. Heero slammed on the gas pedal and drove like a madman back to where Duo was captured. He parked the car in the forest a half mile from where Duo was imprisoned. He still had the plans for the base memorized, but this time, he wasn't going to make the mistake he made in his dream. Thirty cautious, but tense minutes later Heero burst into the same room from his dream, and there was Duo, bruises and all, but lacking the evidence that he had been raped. I've saved him that torture at least.

"Heya Heero, I was wondering when you were going to get here. Come to terminate me? It's about time though, those guys were getting tired of me and I had the feeling they were going to stop using traditional methods and start getting down to the nitty gritty. So, um could you make it quick? I don't want to wait around for them to come back." Duo said as Heero advanced toward him with a stubborn look on his face.

"Hn." Heero pulled Duo's arms forward and used two shots in quick succession to free the cuffs from the wall. He handed Duo his luger and walked to the door.

"If you want to live, I suggest you hurry up. I'm not going to wait, so you're going to have to keep up." Heero stated curtly. He glanced into the hallway then sprinted across to take refuge in shadows. He forced the threatening smile away when he heard even softer footsteps behind him.

It took almost an hour to do it without getting captured again, but Heero managed to get Duo back to the truck and in the backseat.

"We will arrive home in an hour or so. If you are able, do what you can to patch yourself up. If there is something you cannot do, I will take care of it when we reach the safehouse." Heero turned his concentration back to the road and swore to get them home as quickly as possible so he could tell Duo about his dream and what the dream had told him.

He had just pulled up the safehouse when he heard Duo's quiet voice drift to him from the back seat.

"Why did you save me Heero? You could have been killed. I'm not worth risking your life over." Duo said and opened the door to step out.

"Yes you are Duo. You are worth it." Heero answered and walked into the house. He was immediately greeted by Trowa, who broke his good mood by uttering the word.

"Mission. J sent me the things you'll need to know for infiltration. We have to leave now to get where we are going." Trowa said. He was reluctant to leave Quatre, but he knew the blonde could take care of himself.

Heero sighed. His talk with Duo would have to wait until the next time the saw each other.

"Yuy, what of Maxwell, you told us your mission was to silence him...." Wufei trailed off, letting his tone ask the question for him.

"I must owe him money or somethin' Wuffers as he didn't deign to kill me yet. I think I should pay him back but......I don't know exactly what it is that I owe him." Duo said.

"Oh, and since Heero has to run off, can someone help me with my ribs? I couldn't quite wrap them up properly." Duo looked at Quatre and the blonde smiled.

"Of course Duo! I'm just glad that you're back!" Quatre said and ushered his friend into the house.

"Goodbye Duo." Heero said quietly and followed Trowa out the door.

Duo stood frozen in the foyer. Had he heard those words correctly? That could not have been Heero who said that, but it had been his voice.

"Duo?" Quatre turned to look at his friend with a worried look on his face. Duo was standing still as a statue staring at the door.

"Duo what's wrong?"

"Not what's wrong Q-man, but I think something is finally very very right. I think Heero might have just figured out what he was missing." Duo answered.

"And what is that if I might ask oh all knowing braided one?" Quatre said, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Me." Duo said with a brilliant smile.

"Now, come on and finish patching me up, I think I broke at least three ribs and bruised most of the others." Duo said and then winced for emphasis.

"All right, but then you are going to tell me what you meant with that cryptic comment!" Quatre shouted after him, going to the bathroom to fetch the medical supplies. The blonde jumped in surprise when Wufei appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Just imagine what life would be like if Duo never did come back and Heero had carried out his mission and you will understand Duo's comment. Everything that happens in your life after this, what would it be like if Duo weren't a part of it." Wufei left Quatre and retreated to the sanctuary of his room.

Quatre thought for a moment on Wufei's strange remark.

"I couldn't picture it." He said.

Wufei heard the answer and smiled. Exactly.

*months later at the Libra battle*

"02 drive them to the left toward 05 and 03, I'll take care of the stragglers."

"Roger that 04! Yo, guys it's time to kick some ass! Shinigami is craving your souls and I intend to give him a big ass meal!" Duo shouted over his speakers.

Quatre destroyed another suit and watched as Heavyarms pulled out the retractable blade, only to have it knocked off by accident by another suit in a suicide attempt.

"TROWA! GET OUT OF THERE!!!" The blonde screamed, but it was too late for the- Quatre watched as out of nowhere Deathscythe appeared and destroyed the suit, giving time for Trowa to retreat toward the Peacemillion.

As if a curse, Wufei's words from months ago drifted across his mind. "Just imagine what life would be like if Duo never did come back and Heero had carried out his mission..."

"Trowa wouldn't be alive today." Quatre realized. He would never tell Trowa that he loved him, he would never make love with the man he loved, he would never enjoy so many things that he wanted to with Trowa. The blonde shuddered at the thought. Thank you for whatever spurred that moment of rebellion in you Heero, I don't know what would have become of us otherwise. The mobile dolls were retreating with Epyon for the moment and Quatre gave the order for a formal retreat and hightailed it back. He was going to tell Trowa what he truly felt the minute he had a chance alone with his fellow pilot.

Heero was ready to pull his hair out. Every minute he thought he would get a chance alone with Duo another crisis occurred that he had to help with immediately. He stomped out of his Gundam and went in search other the other pilot. No one was going to get in his way this time, he didn't care if the ship was falling apart and he could save everyone, he was going to tell Duo he loved him and that was that. He yanked open the door to Duo's cabin and froze.

Duo was sprawled on the bed snoring with a book lying open next to him. Heero recognized it as the journal from his dream. He approached Duo and just stared at the beauty on the bed for a few minutes before deciding that if his dream was right and Duo did love him, the brunette wouldn't mind missing a bit of sleep to hear him say it back.

"Duo. Duo, come on baka wake up. I need to tell you something and you need to be awake and lucid." Heero said and shook Duo awake.

"Does the meaning of catnap mean anything to you Heero!! Unlike you, not all of us can run on one hour sleep-"

"I love you Duo." Heero said, smiling. This was going to be an interesting reaction.

"-and keep on going like a machine that.....what?" Duo looked at Heero with narrowed eyes.

"What did you just say?" Duo asked.

"Would you like me to repeat what I said or say it differently?" Heero returned with a question of his own.

"Depends. Is it something I am going to like?"

"I think so." Heero answered.

"Okay then, go ahead! I have tolerance for a great many things." Duo smiled and waved his hand to accommodate his words, and almost succeeded in smacking Heero in the face. To his surprise Heero didn't threaten to kill him.

"Hn. Baka. Ai shiteru. Ai shiteru koiishi." Heero deadpanned at Duo. Duo didn't disappointed him. His eyes grew even wider until they encompassed half of his face.

"Heero, do you mean that?" Duo queried.

"Yes Duo, I do. I love you and I won't make a mistake this time. I want to spend the rest of our lives together, growing old together, until we die together. I want-" Heero was unable to finish what he was saying because he suddenly had an armful of happy brunette to hold onto.

"God Heero, do you know how long I have waited to tell you that?" Duo attempted to cuddle even closer to Heero but couldn't move much because he found himself being clung to.

"Just as long as I have Duo, an entire lifetime." Heero said. He kissed Duo hard, pouring all his anxiety and love into the kiss. Duo responded hungrily and they fell to the bed, bodies finally able to answer to the passion of the other.

Clothes were soon a memory and Duo produced Vaseline from the bathroom.

"Use it for chapped lips because there is never enough water up here and Howie always rations it until we get back to Ear-" He was cut off by Heero's lips and tongue.

"Or we can just pretend that I never said-" His speech was interrupted by Heero's lips again and when they broke apart for air Duo glared.

"Are you going to let me fini-" Duo groaned long and loud when the cobalt-eyed boy found a better way to distract his lover. Duo tangled his fingers in the thick hair that was bobbing in his lap. When Heero pulled away Duo growled.

"Now, my braided baka, will you stop talking so we can get down to serious business?" Heero said and waved the Vaseline jar in Duo's face.

A large grin broke out across Duo's face and he flipped himself over, presenting his ass in front of Heero.

"Like what you see? Because you're welcome to i-" Duo's words were cut off when there were suddenly two fingers in him and stretching. It was uncomfortable for a minute or two, but Duo quickly adjusted. A third finger was in him and then they brushed something that had him arching back into Heero.

"How was that? Are you ready for me now?"

"Yes! God yes! Please take me, I'm yours!" Duo shouted, then threw his head back as Heero entered him in one quick thrust. His prostate was tortured as Heero began a punishing rhythm that Duo loved every second of.

"Harder! Faster! Deeper!(*) Heero, god I love you! Not going to last long!" Duo groaned again when he felt a strong hand wrap around his erection and pump him to completion.

Hearing Duo scream his pleasure, Heero let the iron grip on his control go and was whisked off to orgasm. He had just enough strength to keep himself from collapsing onto Duo, instead rolling to the side and gathering the baka in his arms and holding him tight.

"Next time, I'll show you something a bit slower." Heero said. Sleep pulling at his eyes as Duo snuggled into him.

"This was good too. Sleep now. Not robot. Need beauty sleep." Duo mumbled and buried his face in Heero's warm neck.

"Mmmmmmmm. Warm. Don't move." Duo said.

"Don't worry koi, I'm not going to move from your side ever again." Heero said and brushed Duo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

Trowa closed the door and sank onto the bed in relief. His muscles were protesting the constant use of the switchblade that Heavyarms carried and his frequent switching between barrages and cutting down suits with the blade. He started to massage the muscle and was surprised to hear a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Quatre Trowa, I just wanted to talk for a little bit. I know you must be sore, I wanted to come over and help take your mind off of the soreness. May I come in?" Quatre blushed when he realized exactly what he had said.

"Go ahead and come in Quatre. I'm not sure what kind of company I'll be at the moment, but you are always welcome to come in." Trowa answered and watched as the blonde angel came in. Beautiful. Trowa shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking that about his friend.

"Are you okay Trowa? I know your arm must be taking a lot of strain and I can feel that somthing else is bothering you. You can usually hide from me, but you feel too strongly about this." Quatre said and sat down next to the green-eyed acrobat.

"No, I'm not okay, not anymore. I think I love someone. How do you tell?" Trowa looked at the blonde who looked as if he had been shot. Oh god did he figure it out that quickly? What's he going to say?!

As much as it was killing him Quatre knew he had to answer or Trowa would figure out his secret.

"I think you truly love someone when you know that you can imagine yourself spending the rest of your life with them, when the urge to protect them from any harm is so strong that you're scared of it. Love is when your need for this person is a physical ache and if you aren't near them you are wondering if that person is okay. It's when the thought of that person leaving or not being with you feels like you are dying." Quatre finished with a hand pressing tightly against his heart.

"Who are you in love with Quatre?" His words felt like cotton in his mouth, but he managed to voice them.

"What are you talking about? I don't...I'm not...how did you know?" Quatre said and leaned foreward so he could look at his knees and still be heard.

"When you speak that impassioned, it is usually from experience, and it answered my question quite well, but you dodged the second one. Don't lie to me. Who are you in love with?" Trowa forced the blonde to meet his eyes.

Quatre looked away but when Trowa moved closer so their breath was mingled his eyes swung back to meet blazing green ones

"I'll ask once more Quatre, now please answer me. Who are you in love with?"

"You." Quatre whispered.

"Quatre, at least say it so I can hear you. I'm not going to hit you if it is someone I don't like." Why can't it be me! God Quatre I love you so much!!!

"You Trowa. I love you. I love everything about you. Everything I told you about love is what I feel for you! I want to be your solace from the storm and I want you to be mine, I don't want anybody else, you're my soulmate, I can feel it in everything we do! We are made to be together! I don't want to lose you to someone else! I know I will have to let you go, but it's killing me! I can accept that you don't love me, but please don't let this ruin our friendship! I couldn't live if I had to go without talking to you for the rest of my life!" Quatre yelled and stood up to pace around the room.

Trowa couldn't stop smiling but Quatre was too busy talking to himself to notice the riduculus grin on his face. When Trowa finally started listening in to what Quatre was saying his smile turned into a frown and he stood up and caught Quatre's hands.

"Quatre." No response.

"Quatre!" No answer.

"QUATRE!" Blue eyes were raised hesitantly to meet his.

"Please calm down. Now can I tell you who I love?" Trowa saw the pain enter the gorgeous eyes again and closed his eyes. This was easier now that he had heard the blonde's confession, but he had never told anybody that he loved them before.

"Go ahead Trowa." Quatre got the words out but he could hear the pain in them.

"You." Trowa said and watched the blue eyes filled with tears snap to his face.

"What?" Quatre asked.

"You. I love you little one. Everything you said about love it true for me and it explains to a T what I feel for you. As to what you said earlier, don't worry about losing me, because I now have something to hold and to protect and I intend to keep it." Trowa said and walked over to the blonde and wrapped his arms around him.

"I love you Quatre, for as long as you will have me." Trowa whispered.

"Oh god Trowa....I love you so much! I thought I was going to lose you and I would never get a chance to tell you, and I knew I had to tell you now or I might never get a chance! Please never leave!" Quatre begged.

"I couldn't bear to lose you either little one, so let's plan on making it out of this next battle alive. You know what you have to do?" Trowa asked.

"Yes, but I couldn't control ZERO last time, how am I going to this time?" Quatre bit back a sob as he remembered seeing this list of the millions he had killed on the colony.

"Last time you didn't have me supporting you. You didn't know I love you and you didn't know that I will help you through any obstacle you face, because we will be facing them together." Trowa captured the soft mouth in front of him and plundered it like the treasure it was.

"Have me Trowa?" Quatre said as he clung onto the stronger man.

"Always little one. Always." Trowa kissed Quatre again then picked the smaller man up and carried him to the bed. He peeled off the purple vest and set to work on the buttons of the pink shirt. While his hands were busy, he pressed his lips to the creamy neck, sucking on the soft skin. He finally managed to get the shirt off and rid his love of it before placing the angel on the bed. He stared at Quatre and smiled.

"You are so beautiful my little one." The brunette whispered. He crawled on top of Quatre and kissed him slowly, savoring the taste. He felt hands at his waist pulling the shirt that he was wearing up. He pulled away for an instant to shed the shirt and returned to kissing his love. Their tongues tangeled and dueled until they both had to pull away for air.

Quatre stared at the god leaning over him and smirked.

"Not so much as you lover. Kiss me again please?" Trowa complied and Quatre let himself soak in the pleasure. Trowa kissed his neck and the blonde tilted his head to the side to allow the other easier access. He felt the hot kisses leave fire in their wake as teasing kisses made their way down his chest.

"Stop teasing Trowa! I-" The bonde's words melted into a moan when Trowa's hot mouth closed over his nipple. The gentle suckling shot through him and Quatre felt his body ignite. Then he felt a stong hand touch the other rosy peak on his chest and the torture he was in was doubled. The tormenting ceased on one side, only to begin anew on the other. He could feel his cock straining in his pants and he despretly needed Trowa to touch him there.

"It looks like you have a bit of a problem love. Tell me your symptoms and maybe I can help find the cure for it." Trowa purred and kissed Quatre's stomach and slowly lower. He undid his own pants and slipped them off, leaving him in nothing.

"Heat! Allah so much heat!" The blonde whispered and threw his head back.

"A fever, it does seem to be a bad one then. Tell me, anything else? Any parts of you feeling strained or swollen?" Trowa emphasized this with a squeeze to the bulge pressing out of the thin khakis.

"Ah! Yes. Once place in particular. I think I need help from-Ah!-someone else-Allah don't stop!-because I don't want to take care of the problem on my own. Gah!" The last was uttered as the brunette slipped off his boxers and freed him from the constriction. He struggled to his elbows to assist Trowa in removing his pants to be greeted with the sight of an already nude Trowa.

"You are so beautiful. Like a cat in a human skin, I have to paint you sometime, but right now, I just need you!" Quatre pulled the tanned man on top of him and gasped when their erections touched. Every inch of his body was touching Trowa and the blonde was reveling in it.

Trowa took a few moments to appraise the beauty lying underneath him as Quatre held still and tried to sort out all the emotions. His eyes were closed, but Trowa could tell he was fogged with pleasure by the pink tinge to his cheeks. He pressed his lips to the already swollen ones and took his time, savoring the taste every moment it lasted.

Quatre kissed back all that he was able to and his scream was swallowed by Trowa's mouth when the brunette boy thrust his hips into his. His earth was centered around his cock and the pressure on it. Quatre was sure he was going to explode from the intense pleasure. Then Trowa began kissing low again, sliding down his body, sending sparks wherever he touched. When hot lips pressed against his cock and then swallowed him whole the blonde knew he was in heaven. Just as he was about to release and drift away, the heat pulled back. The blonde drew himself up and managed a decent glare to his partner.

"Don't glare at me little one. I just wanted to be inside you and feel your ecstacy as you come." Trowa said and kissed Quatre before he could respond. Diving into the mouth he would never get enough of the brunette savored and plundered, then came back for more. He knew he had to get up and find some lube to make their joining easier, but he didn't want to pull away from the delicious warmth of his lover.

"I'll be right back love." It took all his strength, but Trowa pulled away and stepped over to his dresser. His eyes perused the contents, alighting when he spied the perfect thing. He grabbed it and walked back to where Quatre was sprawled.

"Why did you leave?" Quatre whispered. Something was instinctually telling him that he shouldn't be loud, even if the soundproof walls were going to let anything out.

"We went over this already love. I'll never leave. I just had to get something so I don't hurt you when we make love. Your birthday present of Massage oil should come in handy though, don't you think?" Trowa whispered back and poured some of the liquid into his hand. He lifted one of the blonde's legs up onto his shoulder and traced down his cleft with sticky fingers.

Quatre felt a finger press gently into him and squirmed. It didn't hurt, per se, but it was uncomfortable. After a minute or so had passed it didn't bother him.

Trowa could tell that his lover-to-be was trying to adjust as quickly as possible. Knowing this process couldn't be rushed, the brunette used his free hand to stroke Quatre's cock and take his mind off of the fingers inside him. By the large moan that the blonde gave, it worked and quite well. He pressed a second finger into Quatre and scissored his fingers, readying the entrance for his own aching erection.

"Mm. Trowa that feels nice. I don't know how long I'm going to last, hurry up and get inside me!" Quatre yelled, no longer caring about who heard them.

"Don't rush me, I don't want to hurt you." Trowa said. A third finger made its way into the tight passage and Trowa continued to stretch his lover. After another space of time, he removed his fingers and poured more massage oil over his straining cock. He pressed just the tip in and searched the blonde's face for any pain.

"Trowa, I'm a Gundam pilot, I'm not going to break if you are a little rough with me!" Quatre shouted. Using surprise as his main weapon, he flipped them over and relaxed, letting all of Trowa's thick, hard cock slide into him. He froze and allowed himself to adjust to the new feeling.

"Are you all right little one?" Trowa asked. He looked at the sweat pouring down his beloved's face and traced the gentle features.

"I will be the minute you move!"

Trowa smiled. "I believe, since you are on top love, that the pace is up to you. There is very little I can do in my present position my agressive as hell uke(*)."

Quatre blushed when he realized that Trowa was right. Using his thighs and calves, he pulled himself up, so just the tip of Trowa's cock was inside him. He slammed back down at the same time that his lover thrust up, causing the penetration to be even deeper and to touch a spot inside Quatre that made him release a wordless scream.

Trowa watched as the blonde became more and more uninhibited, thrusting back on him with abandon, every once in a while releasing a scream that shook the walls. He was drawing close to the peak, Quatre's tight passage was griping him just right. The brunette wrapped one of his free hands around Quatre's cock and pumped him roughly. The blonde reached new pitches and his thrusts became more vicious as he sought his release.

With Trowa's hand around him and Trowa's cock in his ass Quatre managed two more thrusts before his orgasm tore itself from his being. His come coated his lover's stomach and his body was pliant to the thrusts still wracking his body.

Trowa didn't last long after Quatre's explosive orgasm. The channel around his spasmed once more before his lost all his sturdy control and exploded into that heat. When he was empty he withdrew and pulled the blonde into his arms.

"Thank you for this gift Quatre. I don't deserve it." Trowa whispered.

"Yes you do, now let me sleep." Quatre pressed a tired kiss to the strong neck he was laying against and smiled.

*Five years later*

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of these two couples in holy matrimony. Having fought through two wars and lived, they seek here to spend the rest of their lives together for better, or for worse, in sickness and in health..."

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"Do you Trowa Barton, hereby take Quatre Raberba Winner to be your lifemate, through all things that may come to pass?" The priest intoned.

"I do." Trowa said and looked into Quatre's shining eyes. He mouthed `I love you' after his vow and knew that a smile of his own was gracing his face.

"Do you Quatre Raberba Winner, hereby take Trowa Barton to be your lifemate, through all things that may come to pass?"

"I do. With all my heart." The last slipped out but all Quatre could see were bright green emeralds overflowing with love for him.

"Do you Duo Maxwell hereby take Heero Yuy to be your lifemate through all things that may come to pass?" The priest looked at the young man that had known his older brother and smiled. He had been beyond honored when the young pilot had come to him to ask to perform the ceremony.

"I do Father, I do." Duo said. He saw the raised eyebrow from Heero and smirked. The words `you had to say it twice?' reached him and he gave the smallest of nods.

"Do you Heero Yuy hereby take Duo Maxwell to be your lifemate through all things that may come to pass?" The priest looked at the young men in front of him, each obviously in love with their respective partners.

"Yes, I do." Heero said. He mouthed the words `Nimou Ryoukai' at his love and a smile played around his lips when he saw the great Duo Maxwell become worried.

"You may each kiss your lifepartners. Live long and happy lives together reveling in the beauty and joy you bring to each other." Father Richards said. The two couples sprinted back down the isle. Duo Maxwell looked back at him and waved. He wiped away a tear and waved back, the young man was a touching reminder of his brother, Father Maxwell.

"He is very proud of you Duo, and I am sure he and Sister Helen are watching you from heaven and rejoicing in the happiness you have found." The father whispered then turned back to the altar and bowed.

Wufei watched as the braided baka threw his husband into the car and then proceeded to scramble in after him. Trowa was much more gallant and held the door open for his love before climbing in himself. True to character Duo stuck his head out the skylight and waved at all of them before trying to drag Heero up with him. Wufei shook his head at their antics.

"You're just jealous Wu!! You don't have someone nice and warm to cuddle up to at ni-EEEP!"

Duo's head disappeared quickly and Wufei knew that Duo was being well occupied by his husband.

"If only he knew how wrong he was."

Wufei shivered when the soft tenor appeared behind him. He spun around to meet blue eyes.

"That's not the point Zechs, if he knew then that would mean I wouldn't get to see the shock on his face from me telling him." Wufei said.

"Right love. So when are you going to do that again....?" Zechs asked and wrapped his arms around the smaller chinese man.

"Soon?" Wufei said and presented his face for a kiss.

"Soon sounds good." Zechs couldn't ignore the sweet plea and captured his dragon's lips in a fiery kiss.

*25 years later*

"Today on world news, Winner Corporations Owner has sold all his stock in the famous company to his sisters, turning over the leadership of the huge mogul. This was his press statement made just a few minutes ago."

"I've poured most of my life into this company, and many other worthy pursuits, but after two wars and 25 years, I want to concentrate more on myself and my marriage. Trowa and I will be spending our anniversary somewhere where none of you will find us along with Duo Maxwell, his partner Heero Yuy and some of our other friends. Winner Corp. will be fine under the leadership of my sisters and will continue to flourish."

"But Mr. Winner, then why sell all your stock in the company?" A reporter asked.

"I will only be keeping a small piece of that to live off of, including several estates on Earth, the rest will be going to the rebuilding of L2 and orphanages there. Now if you will excuse me, I need to be going or I am going to be pulled from here bodily." The blonde flashed a smile to his husband in the corner, who melted into the shadows as camera bulbs began flashing in his direction.

"And that was the statement from Quatre Winner. Goodnight folks, this is Chuck Smith signing off."

*one month later*

Quatre looked at the house that had been their home for the past month and then looked to all his friends.

"I'm going to miss this place. No more banging at all hours of the night..." Duo trailed off, memories sweeping him away.

"Or day." Zechs said and grinned at Wufei.

"That was your dirty mind, I had nothing to do with it!" The chinese man spluttered.

"Oh so your challenge of doing it in every else's room was just a showing of pride then? Good showing then, I did think you had enjoyed the exercise." The blonde smiled at the bright blush on his lover's cheeks.

"I'm just glad that even at 45 I still have the strength to go all night long."

"HEERO!" Duo yelled, he hated it when his husband said stuff like that, it made him horny.

"Like you don't enjoy being banged that much?" Heero retorted.

"Why did I ever teach him to have a sense of humor. Why oh why, I knew it was a mistake, what kind of a monster have I created?" Duo said to the sky.

"A horny one. Come on, we get our own limo." Heero pulled his baka to the car and threw him in before following with a wink and a wave to the others.

"That reminds me, I did miss out on some ravaging last night while someone was staying up and reading poetry." Zechs grabbed Wufei's hand, and amid much spluttering he copied Heero's example.

"That will never get old." Trowa observed. The two limos began to pull away, one of them, the one that was containing Duo and Heero was bouncing in a strange way in the back.

"What, their chorus's of screams at night or the innuendo-filled bickering? None of us are kids anymore but we still persist on acting like it. Or at least Duo does." Quatre said.

"Having regrets? I enjoyed this weekend. Didn't you?" Trowa asked. His lover was never pessimistic, this meant that he was thinking about something.

"Yes, of course I enjoyed it. I'm just finding my newfound freedom, boring? I don't have anything to do, even you still have the circus to go to. I need something." Quatre whined.

"You sound like you are six years old. Grow up little one. Find something to do. Come to the circus with me and help or occupy yourself some other way." Trowa answered and held the door of the limo open for his lover.

"You're being harsh." Quatre said.

"Nope. You're being silly. Now I am going to take your mind off of all this, do you have any objections or complaints?" Trowa pressed a light kiss to the sweet lips of the blonde.

"Only that I'd better be able to sit down tomorrow or you are going to have something to answer to. We'll see if we're still as young as we think we are." Quatre smiled and pounced on Trowa.

*45 years later*

"75 years ago five boys were forced to become men before their time. Pushed to the limit and then pushed farther still, they overcame everything thrown at them to live in this wonderful time of peace that is the fruit of their efforts. Finding love and comfort within each other, they were a force to be reckoned with. I have been honored enough to call them all my friends. During those wars, they each had their own ways of coping with the deaths on their hands. Some sought forgiveness, some sought the help of deities, myself, I sought the justification of my actions.

What they each learned, over much time, pain and effort was that it eventually didn't matter what they had done as terrorists. Few people held grudges once all the actions of the war were out in the open. What mattered was who they had become and what they had done to get there. They needed to know what they were going to do after that to understand themselves. This journey was not an easy one, on the contrary it is the hardest journey we are people can make. Each pilot faced difficulties, each overcame them.

I am here today to say the final words for four of my fellow pilots. Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, and Trowa Barton. My name is Chang Wufei. We promised each other a long time ago that the last of us standing would give the final words for the others. To say goodbye in a sense. I will not be doing that however. I am going to say goodluck to the new adventure they have started. They lived their lives to the fullest, I have lived mine the same. They have gone home now, and it won't be long until I join them. I just want to end with these parting words:

We each sacrificed a little part of our souls to do what we did. There was no healing that. This doesn't mean that we are evil. All we ever wanted at the end of the war, all I ever wanted at the end of the war was for people to see how horrible it was and what it had done to the people fighting in it. I don't want these lessons to be forgotten. We must remember the mistakes we have made so we can move forward. When making decisions, follow your hearts and believe what you are doing, because the action of one can change the future of all."

(*) Does anyone know what song this is from? I don't know the exact lyrics (I kinda lost my only copy) But I believe it is from Vanilla by Gackt. If you don't know who this is you are very deprived and you should immediately do a search on the internet.

(*) Okay, this is an inside joke. My friends and I all read this fic where Quatre was totally seme and then we actually had a debate about what would happen if he got together with Trowa in that personality. We decided that what happened in the lemon is the answer. An agressive as hell uke. *snicker* I know, my friends and I are such idiots. Oh well. Ja ne!