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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor, schmoop, a little angst. Pairings: Heero/Trowa/Quatre. Duo/Wufei. Summary: The Gundam Pilots celebrate Christmas together during the war. Prompt: Family "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 25: Family Wufei sniffed the cup of eggnog Duo poured for him, his mouth turning down in distaste. “Not sure what’s supposed to be so appealing about raw eggs mixed with brandy.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Your bitching might have carried more weight if you hadn’t already drank three of these.” He shook his own cup and plopped down on a bean bag, stirring his drink with a plastic straw. Wufei could only manage a half glare, his dark eyes bloodshot. He lifted his cup to his lips and took a dainty sip. Heero’s head lolled on the back of the couch. He was slouched between Trowa who was quietly nursing his drink and a half-lit Quatre sprawled across both of them. “I hope you two aren’t planning on arguing all night.” “If we do, it’ll be his fault,” Duo mumbled, jerking a thumb at his lover. Wufei flipped him off in response. “Are we really going to spend Christmas getting drunk?” Quatre asked no one in particular, staring cross-eyed at his nearly empty cup. Duo shrugged. “Why not? We’re stuck here until we get our new assignments. Nothing better to do.” Quatre looked dubious, but didn’t argue. He tipped his drink back, finishing it off and tapped the glass for more. Trowa reached over to the side table, grabbed the pitcher, and poured the blond another. “Careful,” Heero warned him. “You know how he gets.” The brunette nodded, abruptly pulling the pitcher back after it was only half full. Quatre glared at Heero, but only managed to succeed in looking like a kitten that had gotten the spray bottle treatment. “How I get? How exactly do I get?” Heero chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset the blond which would undoubtedly lead to the cold shoulder for the rest of the night, for him and Trowa. “You get drunk very easily, Quatre.” “What he means, Q, is that little seventy pound pipsqueak lightweights like you can’t hold their liquor.” “I am not seventy pounds!” Duo shrugged, “Seventy five, whatever.” “Duo, don’t goad him,” Trowa admonished. Quatre leaned back against the arm of the couch and propped his socked feet on Heero’s lap. The Japanese pilot cocked an eyebrow at him, but said nothing. “You don’t weigh that much more than me, you know.” “Yeah, but I have more mush - more mush - ” “Muscle?” "Yeah, that.” Quatre sneered, “Who’s a lightweight?” “If we’re gonna end up fighting, then I’m cutting us all off,” Trowa threatened. Duo sighed heavily as if this was some great feat. “Alright, we’ll behave.” He stretched out on the bean bag, legs sprawled in front of him. He brushed his toes against his lover’s thigh and Wufei caught the foot, stroking his thumb over the top. “We also don’t want to be hungover if a mission comes in.” “Damn it, Heero. Way to be a buzzkill,” Duo groaned, tipping his head back onto the beanbag. On the couch, Quatre shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “S’freezing in here,” he complained. Heero, accustomed to Quatre’s apparent cold-bloodedness, reached for his blond lover. “Come here.” Quatre eagerly sat up and crawled into his boyfriend’s arms, tucking himself under Heero’s chin and humming in contentment. Heero rested his chin on the top of his head and smiled at Trowa’s amused expression. “Both of you come here,” the other man ordered. His hands closed around Heero’s shoulders, tipping both of his lovers into his arms. They went willingly, gooey smiles plastered across their faces as they were held tight. Duo made gagging noises from his spot on the floor and Quatre scoffed at him with his cheek smooshed against Heero’s chest. “Oh, please. You and Wufei aren’t much better.” Wufei turned and looked at his lover. “I think we’re much better,” he said, to which Duo nodded in affirmation and made kissy noises at him. "Hey, we’re all the same here. We’re just trying to find warmth and comfort where we can find it. In our case, we all found something more,” admonished Trowa as he held his lovers tight against him, both of them purring like sleepy kittens. Wufei chewed his lip in contemplative silence for a few moments. It seemed as though he was reluctant to share his thoughts and surprised them all when he spoke up. “I really didn’t think I’d ever share another special moment with a person, let alone four of them.“ He glanced up at each of them, his eyes misty. "I didn’t think anything could ever be right again, but here, now…it just feels right. I’m cold and I haven’t eaten in two days. I’m hiding out in some dump waiting for orders, consuming cheap liquor and eggs that have probably passed their expiration date. I could die tomorrow. But right now…this? It’s something I never thought I’d experience again. It’s a sense of…home. Family.” He turned to Duo whose face was soft with empathy and love. He reached for his lover’s hand and kissed his knuckles. They all understood. How could they not? In the midst of war, nothing was certain. Tomorrow was never promised. Anyone of them could be lost, taken from the others. It weighed heavily on all of them. The kind of thing that kept you up at night. Duo, bless him, chuckled in an attempt to lighten the gravid atmosphere. “Damn, Fei,” he quipped. “I need to get you drunk more often.” Wufei shook his head and weaved their fingers together, holding on tight. Quatre sniffled, his own cheeks wet with tears, but he was grinning with mischief. “Like I said. Not much better.” “Okay, Winner. I concur,” Wufei said with a laugh. "It’s true, though.” Quatre tipped his head back to look at both of his lovers. "We’re a family…Aren’t we?” “Of course we are, love,” Trowa reassured him, tucking a blond curl behind his ear. Heero pressed a kiss to the top of his head, seconding the notion. “And a family we’ll always be,” he murmured from within his warm cocoon, blue eyes blinking drowsily. Duo wiped a stray tear from his cheek and cleared his throat, lifting his cup into the air. “I’ll drink to that! War sucks ass, but at least we have each other, our health, and all of our dicks work as far as I know. Cheers!” They raised their cups in unison, toasting to peace, life, love, and family…and functioning penises.
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