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"Lady Killer"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, Yuri, Violence, Angst,Fluff Spoilers: .... Maybe. It takes place six years
after Endless Waltz. " Lady Killer" Quatre raised an eyebrow. “A mini-vacation?” Zechs nodded. “Yes, a few days off. You could invite Duo, Trowa, and Wufei to stay with you.” He gazed at his boyfriend silently for a moment. “Nice cover story. Now tell me the truth.” He sighed. “Heero has a mission and needs me to help. It would make sense for Duo and Trowa to guard the both of you while we’re gone.” Quatre crossed to his lover and took Zechs’ hands in his own, gazing up into pale blue eyes. “You could have just said that from the beginning. I don’t like you trying to manipulate me into doing what you want me to, even if it’s out of your love for me.” The soft reprimand cut him to the core. “I didn’t mean to-“ “I know. Neither you nor Heero do, but you hurt us just the same. Fei and I are reasonable people. You don’t have to play games. Just tell us how you feel, why you feel that way, and what we can do to help. It’s that simple.” Zechs nodded slowly. “I don’t like leaving you alone with people I don’t know or trust. Heero wants me to help him on an assignment and it would help me feel better if Wufei, Trowa, and Duo stayed with you.” Quatre smiled. “Consider it done.” ----- “It’ll only be for three days.” Wufei nodded as he surveyed his clothes in the closet. “Will we be free to go anywhere?” “You can do whatever you want.” He looked over his shoulder. “So long as Duo and/or Trowa go with us, right?” Heero snorted. “You know the rules of bodyguards.” Wufei grunted. “Of course I do. I’ve filled the role enough myself.” He sighed softly. “I know how aggravating it is. Please just humor me.” “I know. I understand how you feel.” “I love you.” He closed his eyes and leaned into Heero when his lover wrapped his arms around him from behind. “I love you, too. I just hate this.” “I do, too.” He took a breath and pushed from his lover. “I need to get packed.” Two hours later found the couple at Quatre’s home with Duo and Trowa already on guard. Wufei and Quatre retreated into the house while the other four discussed security. “You’d think we were completely unable to take care of ourselves with how they talk,” Wufei muttered. “It makes them feel better,” Quatre said. “At least they didn’t call in a host of Preventers.” He nodded. “I suppose you’re right.” “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” Wufei followed the blond upstairs to a guest bedroom that was much larger than his and Heero’s room at home. He sat on the bed and sighed. He never slept well without Heero, and it was even worse when he wasn’t in their bed. “Do you not like it?” Wufei looked up to his friend and forced a smile. “No, the room is lovely.” Quatre nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Let’s go see what our over-protective lovers are up to.” He snorted softly as they left the room and found the other four in the living room. Heero crossed to Wufei, running his fingers through silken raven locks before cupping his cheek. “Stay safe while I’m gone.” “I will. Be careful.” The heels he wore weren’t quite enough to close the distance between the two, so he raised up a couple of inches to his toes to kiss his fiancée. “Love you.” “Love you, too.” Wufei watched Heero walk out the door and put a hand to his stomach which was a mass of knots. “Are you okay?” He turned to see the others watching him with worry and realized there were tears sliding down his cheeks. He quickly made for the bathroom and locked the door. A glance in the mirror had him wishing he’d brought his makeup bag with him. He wiped under his eyes, trying to prevent his makeup from smearing too much. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he become so damn codependent? “Fei?” He closed his eyes. “I’m all right, Quatre.” “No you’re not. Let me in.” He took a breath and unlocked the door. Quatre slipped in and shut the door, leaning against it. “What is it?” “It’s stupid.” He looked down to his hands, frowning when he realized the polish on his nails was chipping. “If it’s enough to make you cry it can’t be stupid.” He turned to face the blond. “It’s just… for moment I felt like he’s abandoning me when I need him most. I know it isn’t true, but I don’t like him being far away from me right now.” Quatre pulled him into his arms. “You know he feels the same way. He tried to convince Une to send someone else.” Wufei took a deep breath. “Right.” He pulled away and gave Quatre a weak smile. “I need to do my nails.” The blond laughed and opened the door. “If you say so.” “I do. The paint is all chipped and I’m bored with this color.” He grabbed his bag that held his nail supplies and turned to the living room where everyone else had congregated. Duo turned the TV to some action movie, snuggling back into Trowa’s chest. Quatre was spending more time watching Wufei remove the polish from his fingers and toes before digging through a rather large supply of polish. The Asian settled on a deep purple and set to work. Quatre watched silently for a while. “That seems a bit tedious.” Wufei shrugged. “It’s relaxing and I love color.” He cut his eyes to the blond. “You should let me do yours next.” Duo laughed from across the room. “That’d be a riot.” Quatre pursed his lips. “Sorry, Fei, that’s not my thing.” “Let her do it, Quatre,” Trowa said with a hint of a smirk to his voice. “I bet Zechs would think it was sexy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “And the board would think I’d lost my mind if I went into Monday’s meeting with painted nails.” “How about just your toenails, then?” Wufei asked as he checked his newly pained nails for dryness. Satisfied, he set his feet to the floor and looked to Quatre. “Your board will be none the wiser.” “Fine,” Quatre mumbled. The Chinese man grinned and quickly removed the shoes and socks. His brow lifted. “You take care of your feet. Most men don’t.” He scrunched his nose as he began applying the polish. “It took months for Heero to quit fighting me while I attacked his.” “You polish his nails?” “No, just keep the nails trimmed and callouses down. His heels were atrocious.” Quatre laughed softly, trying to picture that scene in his mind. “I just can’t see Heero letting his nails being painted.” Wufei chuckled. “If I haven’t been able to convince him, no one will. Outside of that he’s catered to my every whim.” “Have you used your feminine wiles against him?” He looked to Trowa briefly before focusing on Quatre’s nails. “I guess it’s a perfect match. He’s bi, so he could go either way. I… well, I’m pretty much two-in-one.” He looked to the auburn haired man with a smirk. “He gets a man and woman in one. We’re perfect for each other.” Duo tilted his head. “How do you see you, Fei?” “As a woman who enjoys being pampered, but loves playing with her own dick,” he said bluntly. “I love when people think I’m all female, but I have no intention of having the change.” Trowa smiled. “You are who you are, Fei. Make no apologies for that.” He looked to the auburn haired man. “I’ll try. It’s not always easy.” He blew softly on Quatre’s nails to dry the paint. “But I’m thankful for all of you. I’m thankful for your support. This isn’t an easy life, but… I’m glad I don’t have to pretend to be someone else anymore.” “We’re glad for that, too,” Quatre said. He smiled. “Thank you.” He sat up. “All done.” He looked to Trowa and Duo. “Who’s next?” Duo shook his head. “There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you near my feet.” Wufei pouted. “Please.” The braided man groaned. “Anything but the pout, Fei.” “I’ve got a perfect color for you.” “Trust me, you don’t want anywhere near my feet.” Wufei lifted a brow. “You don’t take care of your feet? Come here and let me see.” “But-“ “Go on.” Trowa pushed his lover off the loveseat. “I’m tired of the callouses on your feet taking skin off my legs.” “Hey!” ----- Heero and Zechs stood in the doorway, watching the other four at the table as they played cards. Duo’s nails were violet and Trowa’s green. Quatre’s nails were free of polish, making them both wonder how the blond had managed to escape. Heero cleared his throat. Wufei looked over his shoulder, a wide smile covering his face as he jumped from the table and flew into Heero’s arms. Quatre wasn’t much slower to meet his lover. Heero chuckled softly. “I see you had a nail party.” He grinned. “Duo’s feet were even worse than yours used to be.” The braided man snorted. “Give me a break. It’s not like anyone sees my feet besides Trowa.” “How’d you get out of it?” Zechs asked the other blond. “I didn’t completely. We compromised since my business associates would find it highly unprofessional.” He nodded. “I can see that.” Wufei cut his eyes to Zechs. “And what state are your feet in?” His eyes widened slightly. “Very good. I get a pedicure once a month.” He pouted. “So you won’t let me paint them?” “No,” he said with finality. Wufei sighed. “As stubborn as Heero.” His lover grunted. “Thanks.” Wufei chuckled and kissed Heero softly. “I’m so glad you’re home.” TBC…
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