Wufei felt himself dragged, kicking and screaming, out of bed at the first hint of dawn, made to dress, shove hot oatmeal in his face, and proceed to accompany Treize, Zechs and young Marie in the humming black limousine parked outside the compound’s gates.

"What do we need the limousine for?" he asked sleepily.

"Bags," Zechs replied, as he pushed his sunglasses farther up to conceal his bloodshot eyes.

"Bags," Wufei muttered and rolled his head over to the side to join little Marie for a quick nap.

Wufei couldn’t help but smile. Shopping with Duo had been rather like a batan death march, but shopping with Treize and Zechs felt like some elaborate game. Store attendants fell over each other to accommodate them, with a "Yes, Mr. Peacecraft," here and a "Of course you may charge it General Krushrenada," there. It amused him, the first six or seven shops. Then it got to be taxing.

Wufei walked out of the dressing room feeling a little ridiculous at having to model everything he tried on, but it felt nice to have Treize’s eyes on him with such rapt attention. Treize had let him pick some things, but mostly he left the choices to Milliard, who seemed to have an eye for clothes shopping. Wufei emerged from the fitting room with black leather boots, sharp black pants, and a white shirt with a huge collar that draped over one exposed shoulder. He wore his hair down, and that was the only thing obscuring the silver necklace resting about the base of his throat. "We’re definitely getting that one," Treize murmured, as Marie squirmed about in his lap and sucked on the fingers she had recently embedded into her mouth.

"Treize! You said that about the last ten outfits! How many clothes does one man need?" Wufei felt a little exasperated. How could he ever hope to pay Treize back for the opulence the man displayed today?!?!

Zechs and Treize just smiled at each other and nodded before turning back to reassess the boy. "Perhaps its time to move on from casual…" Treize pondered aloud.

"Ooooohhhh! Just one more thing." Zechs, cooed with a very frightening glee, as he grabbed Wufei by the wrist. "Come on, Wufei!"

"Wait! I can’t go like this…" Wufei started as Zechs hulled him out the door.

Treize merely got up and sauntered over to the register. "Charge it."

"Of course sir."

Wufei sat in the chair and tried to suppress his shivers. "How did I let you do this to me?" he gritted through clenched teeth.

Zechs simply laughed and looked over the assortment of earrings in the booth. "Hoops or dangles?"

"Stud." Wufei growled.

"Why, thank you." Treize grinned. "Dangles," he told the clerk.

Wufei looked at Treize with something akin to fear. Treize leaned over the booth and whispered, "Aw, come on now, dragon… surely a Gundam pilot like you isn’t afraid to get his little ear pierced?" Treize taunted.

"Fu---forget you." Wufei sniffed.

Treize grinned like a cheshire cat. "The trick is to take your mind off it…. Maybe I can help." Then the great General Treize Krushrenada of all OZ hoisted himself up over the glass booth of a strip mall ear-piercing kiosk and planted a nice big kiss on Chang Wufei’s forehead. CLICK!

"There all done!" the clerk chirped.

Wufei blinked. "Baka yaro!" he squealed, as he tried to dislodge himself from the chair, only to find he couldn’t move because the clerk still had his earring in hand, wiping it with stinging alcohol. He growled and squirmed. He looked over to see Zechs biting his lip, Treize looking way too interested in a magazine on the racks, and little Marie pointing and giggling at him.

"Hpmmm. Beeeee da!" he stuck his tongue out at the little girl, who only laughed harder.

Zechs held up a mirror. "What do you think, Wufei?"

Wufei looked at himself, surprised to see a bright, healthy face blushing back at him, soft black hair cascading around his chin, and a small silver streak of metal now swaying from his bright red earlobe. New clothes, new hair, and now jewelry. He didn’t look a thing like the familiar pilot of Shenlong. Then again, the pilot of Shenlong never looked so good.

"Saa… are we done now?" Wufei whined.

"How many presents does that make now?"

"Eleven—twelve including the sword." Zechs laughed.

"Nope. We still have four more gifts to go. Sorry Wufei, but spoiling you rotten is a tough business. I know you’ll pull through though."

Wufei sneered and turned his head away as he jumped down from the chair and leapt over the counter with ease.

"Daddy!"

"Yes Marie?"

"Toys now?"

"It has been a few hours Treize, and she’s been so good," Zechs said.

"Yes, that’s right. Marie, you’re so grown up sometimes I don’t even realize… Forgive me?"

"Depends on what we get at the toy store," Marie said as she gave her best imitation of a Wufei-sniff.

Treize threw his head back and laughed, as he picked up his daughter and sat her down on his shoulders. "All right! The toy store! Let’s see what Daddy’s princess wants?"

"Wai wai!!" Marie clapped. Wufei and Zechs trailed after, struggling with the overwhelming number of bags.

"How can he afford to be this generous?" Wufei whispered to Zechs.

"Oh honey are you kidding? The man before you is the oldest living heir to the Krushrenada fortune. He could burn money to keep warm in winter if he wanted."

"Honto?" Wufei wondered.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Wufei turned to look at the blonde man walking beside him, helping him carry his recent bounty through the mall. "No, Milliard. You’ve never lied to me. Or anyone, I imagine."

"I’ll take that compliment just because I don’t want to destroy your innocence," Zechs chided.

"Pbbtttt."

Zechs and Wufei sat down and watched Treize follow his daughter all around the store, pretending to examine each and every toy she picked to see if it was worthy of his princess. Treize even pretended to be her butler, holding purchases she considered, smiling with a very smart, "Yes, madam," and "You look divine in those rubies madam but won’t you try the pearls," and "Wouldn’t that teddy bear look cute on your shelf sets?" Marie ate the attention up and her little face shined with happiness and light.

"He really knows how to charm someone over doesn’t he?" Wufei said, not taking his eyes off Treize.

"You think? Yes, he’s very good at that. He’s … not always sure of how to give affection. Our families were never ones to express their love… so I think he gives his love by showering people with presents."

"That’s not love," Wufei bit out.

"Do you realize how fortunate you are to know that?" Zechs bit back. Then he sighed and relaxed his frown. "With Treize…I think…It’s a way of doing something for others. Giving them something they can hold on to, a physical proof of his attentions. Treize may be extravagant, but that’s not the flattering part. The part that makes you feel special is that when he gives you something, you know it’s from the heart—he means it."

Wufei thought for a moment. He reflected on the way the General had presented him with his katana. "Yes, I suppose you’re right."

"I’m always right." Zechs smiled.

"Wufei!" Marie called out and shook her little hands in the air.

Wufei got up and walked over to the girl. "Yes, your Highness?"

"Look!" Marie pointed to a small set of drums placed on a high platform. "Daddy says you play the drums… will you teach me?"

Wufei looked up at the pitiful drum set and then over at Treize. He licked his lips. "Would you like a demonstration, your Highness?"

Marie nodded. "That would be most satis—staris—factory….um, nice." For her credit, she did not loose her aristocratic air.

"Your wish is my command." Wufei bowed and then he pounced upon the little plastic chair and proceeded to twirl the stix in his hands. "One. Two. A one, two, three, four!" Wufei pounded on the drums like tomorrow would never come. At first, Treize glanced around, a little wary of what the store-owners might think, but then his eyes floated back to his dragon.

The boy’s eyes were shut, his arms moved about in a flurry, and his face beamed. The beat sounded very complicated, very intricate and very, very addictive. Soon the whole store and customers walking by outside stopped to listen. Zechs stood up from the bench surrounded by bags to get a better look, as Wufei brought the rhythm to a crashing finale and then tacked on a little "chiiiing" from one of the symbols.

He looked up at Marie and grinned. "Daddy! I want that one! That’s what I want."

Treize practically sweat-dropped. "But angel, drums are so noisy…"

A dark, omnious cloud descended over Marie’s face and the threat of an incoming tantrum set in. Wufei, sensing Treize’s growing distress, hopped down off the platform, picked up a Hawaiin tom-tom drum and quickly knelt beside Marie. "Your Highness?"

Marie glanced over at Wufei, clearly not in the mood. "Your Highness? All the masters have to start somewhere. This is the kind of drum I started on… back in my village…"

"This drum?" Marie blinked.

"Well, not exactly like this. Chinese and Japanese drums are a little different from Hawaiin, but it was basically the same. If you like, I’ll teach you to play on this drum…" Wufei looked up at Treize who held his breath.

"All right."

Treize puffed out the air he held captive in his lungs and smiled appreciatively at Wufei. They paid for the drum and turned to leave.

"Well dragon, we still have four gifts. What would you like?"

"A pony, world peace—forever this time, all the Tokyo X CDs and Zechs to get his nose and nipples pierced."

Zechs choked on his yuppie bottled water. "I am not," he coughed, "getting my nose pierced!"

"How bout your nipples then?" Wufei teased.

"Already done."

Wufei rolled his eyes in the back of his head and collapsed back onto the leather car seat. Treize merely lifted a curious eyebrow.

"Noin likes it," had been the only explanation Zechs offered. Wufei sunk lower in the chair and looked over at Marie, who was ignored everyone, tapping her drum. Present company considered, if this child doesn’t grow up to be a psychotic world dictator, then I’ll faint from shock, he thought.

"Seriously dragon. What four gifts can I give you to?"

"You already have…I get them in two days!!!"

"Hm?"

"Heero, Duo, Trowa and Quatre…" Wufei murmured as he closed his heavy eyelids for just a moment. It had been a long day.

"Are you insane?!?!’

Treize smirked. "Decidedly, as you keep saying so."

"But, but, but, but…"

"Redundancy is the soul of mediocrity, dragon."

"GO to HELL!" Wufei sung back at Treize and proceeded to repack his luggage for the third time that week.

"Not very nice, to talk to your sensei that way… especially before your final exam."

"You are just being a bastard," Wufei accused, without any heat in his argument. He knew he already lost, but he wouldn’t back down without a fight. "Why are you giving me a test NOW, the day before I meet minna? Can’t it wait ‘till I come back, or do you seek simply to torture me?"

Treize considered a glib retort, then considered Wufei’s past torture, and decided against it. "Wufei. The best way I can see what you’ve retained is to force you to recall it under pressure. Now, I’m going for a brandy with Zechs. If you’re not going to study, then I suggest you get some sleep. I expect you to impress me, dragon." With that Treize slipped out the door.

The moment he left Wufei ran over to the writing desk and hauled out all his books and began to cram like his life depended on it. He would show that smart… son of a…. darn! Where did his ability to curse go?!?

Later that night Treize returned to find his little dragon asleep on a mountain of books piled high on top of the writing desk. He gently carried Wufei over to the bed, shook off the boy’s shirt and tucked him under the covers before settling in and locking the boy into a warm embrace.

Wufei had taken three hours to finish his exams. He had no clue how he did. He thought he knew all the answers but he couldn’t check, as Treize removed all the books. He paced the room. Tomorrow he would see minna, and the next day he would see Quatre and Trowa marry. His excitement mingled with his perfectionist inclination towards nervousness until Wufei got so keyed up he bounced off the walls.

He decided to work off the energy and he put Trowa’s CD into the large stereo next to the fireplace. Wufei had thought to meditate. Maybe do some katas or breathing exercises. But then, Trowa’s CD had not been simply tenko drums in traditional songs from the Meiji Period. This had tenko drums and a kick ass techno beat in the background. Wufei had too much energy to begin with, and now he couldn’t keep himself still.

Wufei began to jump up and down, banging his hands on his chest in a parody of yesterday’s drum playing. He bounced all over the place, and soon he closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the rhythm. In typical teenage angst, he threw himself on the bed, jumped up and down on the mattress, flung himself up against the walls and generally went totally ape shit. Treize opened the door to the blaring music to find his dragon banging on imaginary drums and tossing his head from side to side. Treize just stood there, transfixed, and then he started to chuckle.

Wufei remained oblivious until he practically bumped into Treize and then he let out a piercing shriek and tons of little gasps as he backed up until he fell onto the bed. "For the love of the stars!" he yelled, as he hurled a pillow at Treize’s head. Treize just gave in to a fit of giggles and then attempted to straighten himself up and look dignified. Wufei blushed deeply and stammered into silence.

"Dragon…."

Wufei did not look up.

"I finished grading your test."

That got Wufei’s attention. "And?"

"And I must say I’m not too pleased…." Treize turned off the music.

"You’re….I …."

"You only got a sixty four, you know…"

Wufei sunk onto the bed and stared up at the canopy ceiling. "Impossible," he whispered.

"Got ya! You got a ninety four! I’m so proud of you dragon FEI!" Treize chanted as he rushed towards the bed.

Wufei didn’t move for a second and then he reached back and yanked a pillow to his chest, and stood up to wail at Treize’s injustice, but he changed his mind at the last minute and decided to just pummel Treize with the pillow instead. Treize took the abuse for a few seconds and then dove into Wufei, knocking him over onto the bed.

"Uhhhhnnn." Wufei grunted. "Ha! You can’t best me, Treize Krushrenada!"

"Oh? Looks like I’ve already got the best of you right here, dragon!" Treize whispered as he wickedly tickled the boy beneath him.

Wufei fought to breathe and lost and soon Treize had him writhing and laughing and gasping for air. When Wufei looked like a fish out of water Treize let up a bit, only to have Wufei knee him in the ribs and continue to beat him with the plush pillow, little white goose feathers floating everywhere.

Treize decided to move away and counterattacked with the pillow Wufei hurled at him previously. Soon the pilot of Shenlong and the General of OZ were engaged in a heated pillow fight, tumbling about the room with excess mirth, gleefully trading whallops and exaggerated grunts.

"Take that!" Wufei commanded as he whomped Treize across the head. Treize feigned certain doom and keeled towards the bed, making sure to take Wufei with him.

Treize didn’t move and Wufei was too out of breath to fight back at the moment. So he and Treize merely grinned at each other, lying side by side, white feathers snowing down on them. They found themselves locked into a staring contest. Slowly, Treize inched closer to Wufei, encouraged by the fact that Wufei did not retreat, but merely stared at him with curiosity… and… hunger? Treize leaned his neck out and capture Wufei’s lips in a soft, warm, demanding kiss.

"Mmmm." Wufei moaned.

Treize continued his demands, gently brushing his tongue across Wufei’s lips, requesting them to part. They didn’t. Treize pulled back slightly and licked and nipped at the corners of Wufei’s mouth, hungrily kissing his little dragon, and tenderly purring to him.

"Wufei…." he whispered.

Wufei had not moved once since the kiss began and Treize pulled away, but he kept his eyes closed.

"Wufei… is this all right?"

No answer came. Treize opened his eyes to see large black orbs transfixed with fear and distance. Treize scooted back. Wufei’s brow creased, his mouth twitched and his eyes looked right through Treize. "Wufei… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you so far…"

Wufei seemed to look over at Treize, and register his worried face. Treize looked so sad. "Wufei. I’m sorry."

Wufei couldn’t speak. He lay there in total shock. He felt so utterly confused and time seemed to slow to a complete standstill. Treize had kissed him and something in him ignited. He wanted Treize to kiss him again, to hold him close and to whisper to him again. But he felt terrified. This had been his enemy! How could he forget that so quickly! This had been his master, no matter how kind, his keeper! Because of this man, he was captured, wounded, raped and sold. He should hate this man! He must hate this man! How could he ever face minna again?

Treize sighed, utterly defeated. "Ah little one… I know… don’t call you that! You have suffered so because of me…Still… I sought to make it right… to take care of…." Treize trailed off. He couldn’t getting through. He cupped Wufei’s face in his hands and started again. "Wufei. I never intended for all your pain. I only wanted to bring you here and show you every happiness. But I failed. I know now, that I can’t keep you caged like this…. You deserve the world. Even if the world doesn’t deserve you. I’m so sorry, dragon…"

"Treize?" Wufei whispered, suddenly very afraid.

Treize did not look at him. He carefully removed his hands from Wufei’s face and lowered them to his necklace. Without touching the golden soft skin beneath the metal, Treize removed the collar from the boy’s neck and quickly got up off the bed. He turned his back on Wufei, to hide his tears. "Tomorrow when you go, go for good."

"Treize?"

"I am releasing you of your obligations as attache. You may join your friends, or go wherever you please. I free you…."

Wufei’s jaw dropped. He… He didn’t want him anymore! He had been used, he looked ugly, he didn’t kiss him back! And now Treize felt disgusted with him! He felt so dirty, so lowly; he couldn’t bring himself to drag his eyes off the carpet.

Treize turned around abruptly. "Please, take everything with you. In case… you ever want to… remember me. I will understand, though, if you don’t. I will… I will leave you in peace tonight. The butler will take you to the plane. Good evening….." Treize marched towards the door. "Good bye, Wufei…" Treize whispered as he shut the door with a click.

Where the hell was Milliard? He needed a drink. Several dozens, actually. He headed for his friend’s apartment, the ache in his chest growing with each step away from the bedroom.

Wufei sat on the bed and gaped at the door. He looked around the room for a few seconds, and then plopped to the floor. And then, for reasons he couldn’t quite articulate, he cried. Hot fat tears slipped down his cheeks and stifled his sobs into the comforter hanging off the edge of the bed. Treize didn’t want him! Minna would surely hate him. He never felt so alone, and his stomach twisted in knots.

"Milliard!" Treize boomed as he rapped on the door.

Zechs ran across the room and flung open the door. Treize threw himself into Zech’s arms, not stopping to look at the man’s half open shirt, little golden nipple rings exposed and a giant purple hicky forming on the man’s neck. Treize buried his face into Zech’s shoulder and began to shake.

"Treize? Treize what’s wrong? Is it Wufei?"

"I let him go," Treize said in a voice so small and so child-like that Zechs felt tears sting his own eyes.

"Um, come in… Tell me about it…"

"I was just leaving…" Noin said as she patted her purple locks back into place and adjusted her shirt.

"Noin?" Treize gasped. "Oh… Oh, Milliard… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt with my problems..."

"No! Treize! Its okay. Noin understands, don’t you darling?" Zechs held his breath.

"Of course my love…I’ll go to my room now. Good evening General, and if I may say, good luck, sir."

"Thank you, Noin. I promise I won’t keep him long."

Noin hurried off, looking only slightly peeved and Zechs ushered Treize onto the bed. "Now, sit down, and tell me what happened."

Treize gave his version of the details, trying his best to hold back any tears or signs of weakness, which seemed just stupid, considering the man before him new his every tell at poker, let alone in personal matters.

"Oh Treize, I’m sorry. It seemed like you were finally breaking down his walls. But it’s like I said… You have to let him go. Otherwise, you’ll never know what he truly feels."

"Fear. Disgust. Shame. That is all he feels for me. I saw it in his eyes…"

"Oh my friend. Have patience!"

"No, Milliard. He won’t come back. And after all that has happened, I can’t blame him! I was such a fool!"

"Treize!" Zechs leaned down and rested his head on his best friend’s chest, listening to the broken heart that beat there.

"Get me drunk, Milliard. Get me drunk or I won’t have the strength to let him leave…"

Zechs didn’t move. He just held Treize tighter, and Treize returned the embrace, his body now wracking with unbridled sobs.

Zechs didn’t even bother to drivel at him that it would be all right. His friend truly felt like dying inside, and saying it will be okay wouldn’t going to cut it.

"Milliard… I’m sorry I stopped you and Noin…"

Zechs laughed. "It’s ok. The really important part was over..."

Treize glanced down. "But you don’t even have your clothes off…"

"Baka!… I asked Noin to marry me and she accepted--" Zechs snapped his head as fear washed all over his heart. Poor Treize! He would feel like he had abandoned him!

Treize smiled down at him. "From my heart, Milliard, congratulations. I expect to be best man!"

"Its a promise."

Treize lifted his body a little to kiss his best friend, to show him that there were no hard feelings, to show his happiness for the other man. At this inopportune moment, Wufei chose to barge into Zech’s room.

"Milliard! Treize doesn’t want---" Wufei stopped dead in his tracks as the two men broke apart. His eyes quickly took in Zech’s open shirt and hair in disarray, and Treize underneath him on the bed. Something in his little heart cracked and a wave of pure sadness and fury swept over him. Wufei straightened his back and cleared his throat. "I merely came to say good-bye, Milliard. Take care of each other." Wufei spun on his heel and bolted out of the room.

Treize fell back on the bed and sobbed.

Zechs held his head in his hands. He tried to go after Wufei, but the door had been locked and techno music blared for hours. Treize had been no help, drowning himself in the liquor cabinet until he passed out on Zechs’s floor. Zechs tucked Treize into bed, and left a note under Wufei’s door then he slipped into Noin’s room and trembled in her gentle embrace, his heart heavy for his friends.

Wufei had stepped off the plane in a daze. He only took the clothes on his back, the tailored tuxedo and the katana—something to remember Treize by—as he hailed a cab and recited the Winner’s address from memory.

Wufei arrived in the middle of elaborate preparations. Dozens of women—Quatre’s sisters he presumed—were lacing the house and grounds with chains of flowers and setting up chairs and buffet tables. He hadn’t been noticed in the commotion as he walked into the mansion and strode right up to Duo, who had tangled himself up in white lights.

"Hello, Maxwell."

"Hello Wufei…. Wufei!" Duo ran to him, lights and all, and glomped on top of him, showering him with kisses and playful punches.

"MINNA! Wufei’s here!" he screamed. "Oh Wu-man! Look at you! An earring?!! And what a hot outfit! Life in a palace must be tough! How ya feeling?"

"Maxwell," Wufei whispered, as he crushed the boy to him.

"Wufei!" Quatre squealed as his ran down the stairs and dropped to his knees to throw his arms around Wufei’s neck. "How do you feel? Are you jet lagged? Are you hungry? Did they treat you well?"

"Welcome home, Wufei."

"Yuy."

Heero walked slowly over to Wufei and bent down to place a gentle hand on Wufei’s head. Wufei’s eyes stung. This marked the first time Heero had ever shown him any affection, and though the gesture had been small, coming from Yuy, it spoke volumes. "Did they treat you well?"

"Ah. I was treated with the utmost respect and hospitality, just like I said in the letter."

"Wufei-kun! Okaeri!"

"Hello, Trowa! Congratulations on finally getting up the courage to ask him to marry you!"

"Actually," Trowa blushed, "he asked me…"

Wufei raised his eyebrows in a remarkably Treize gesture. "Is that so?"

"Wufei! Get up off that floor and over here this instant! You must tell us all about the land of OZ!"

"He must be tired Duo, let him rest."

"Heero you are such a wet rag!"

"That doesn’t make any sense."

"Its an American expression. It means you are no fun!"

"You thought it was fun when I tied you up last night.."

Duo and Heero peered over at Wufei, waiting for a nosebleed or sharp comment. Instead he brushed Duo’s bangs back and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "It’s good to be home, minna."
~*~

On the following day, the warm Cancer sun graced the sky and smiled down on the Winner estate. Wufei sat in the first row, watching as Duo and Heero shifted nervously from their places as best men. Trowa stood at the tops step of the gazebo, his eyes looking down the isle for his love. "Bell Canon" by Pachell began to play and everyone rose as Quatre, in the most elegant and simple white tux, slowly walked down the isle, a bouquet of pink roses in his hands.

Pink roses. A young and innocent love. Wufei’s chest ached with the memory of Treize, but he banished the thoughts and focused on the sweet face of his fellow pilot and friend. Quatre looked radiant. Ecstatic. Wufei wondered if he would ever find a love like that.

Quatre joined Trowa on the gazebo, and soon after, they exchanged vows of undying love and the promise of a life together. Wufei, despite himself, felt pangs of joy and sorrow, spasms of release and intense pain. They had made it so far, through the war, through life itself. They were barely sixteen and they had experienced so much. Now Trowa and Quatre would experience life together. And soon, Duo and Heero would follow. Much as he loved being with minna, he knew he could not remain here. He would only be in their way.

The reception had been pleasant enough with music and dancing and lots of wine, typical of any expensive celebration. Quatre and Trowa were in their own world, however; since the first song played, they had begun to kiss and hadn’t stopped half an hour later. Wufei took his turns with Quatre’s sisters, impressing Duo and Heero with his ability to waltz. Another sad smile graced his face as Yuy stepped up to him and extended his arm.

"May I have this dance?"

Wufei took his arm and let Heero lead him to the floor for a slow song.

"Wufei? What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"Only a little," Wufei said through closed eyes.

"Did they hurt you? You don’t have to pretend for me… I know what it’s like…"

"No… Treize didn’t hurt me. Une did, but that’s forgotten. No one was rude to me once I got there."

"Then are you sad to have to go back so soon?"

"No. I… I don’t have to go back, Heero."

"What?"

"He... let me go."

Heero paused and then tucked Wufei’s head under his chin. "Then why are you sad?"

"He let me go."

Heero pulled back and looked at Wufei’s onyx eyes. "You… love him?"

Wufei’s eyes flooded with tears. "No!… Yes…. I don’t know!" He sniffed and pulled Heero back into their embrace. "It doesn’t matter now. He doesn’t want me. He gave me back."

"Why? What did he say?"

"Some crap about not deserving me and how I deserved the world… bull… shit." Wufei hiccuped. "Please don’t let them see me like this…"

"It’s okay. They’ll think you’re drunk anyway. God knows I am. I hate big affairs. They make me nervous."

"They used to make me that way, too."

"Not anymore?"

"I got over it at… at the palace."

"Oh. I see. Why… not go back and try to work it out, Wufei?"

"No. It’s over. He doesn’t want me…"

"Are you sure?"

"Milliard said---"

"Milliard?"

"Zechs Marquise… said that Treize was letting me go because he loved me. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’m so tired and I can’t think straight. I miss him. I miss him. I miss him. But… he’s the enemy. He made me his PET. I have my pride. But my pride doesn’t take away this… emptiness… this loneliness."

"Wufei…"

"A thousand times a day I turn around to ask him his opinion on something, or to practice my languages or even to just get a rise out of him… I never realized how big a part of my life he became… I miss him, Heero.."

Heero pulled Wufei close to him and breathed into his ear. "Then… then you must go to him Wufei."

"I can’t, Yuy."

"Listen Wufei. I almost lost Duo because I was a coward. No don’t you be one too, you hear me? Follow your love, at all costs. Even if it turns you into a fool..."

"A fool in a penguin suit on a motocycle?"

Heero blushed. "Even then. Find out if Treize loves you. If not, then come back. You always have a place with us… you know that…"

Wufei kissed Heero gratefully, which shocked Heero to be sure, but the kiss had been returned. Then Wufei had been let loose into Duo’s embrace as the braided boy cut in without a word.

"Hey there, Wu-man. I know you got a dance for me, ne?! And a kiss too?"

"Maxwell no baka!" Wufei said, as he smiled at Heero and pulled Duo into a tight frame. They danced, and for once Duo remained quiet, and Wufei appreciated that, just letting him feel, just letting him adjust. When Quatre and Trowa finally broke for air, Wufei got his chance to dance with each of them, and in doing so, got to say his good-byes.

"Wufei-kun. If you love him, then don’t care what anybody else thinks. Go and take him. Take your happiness. That is where your real freedom lies."

"I never knew you were such a romantic, Trowa!"

"I wasn’t, until I met Quatre. Wufei, never give up, ne? That way, you never loose…"

"Wufei… we love you! You will always have a home here."

"Thank you, Quatre. I love you, too. I’m sorry to only stay for such a short time… I will come back sometime, I promise, minna. I won’t loose you again."

"God’s speed Wufei!" Duo grinned.

"Make sure he treats you well, Wu. Remind him who your friends are!"

"Thank you Duo, Heero. Minna. I can never--" Wufei began to choke up and the words wouldn’t come past his throat, so he merely bowed as slowly and as deeply as he ever had in his life. Then he picked up his bag and sword and without another word, stepped into the cab and raced towards the airport.

General Treize Krushrenada effectively fell apart. For three days he didn’t eat, move from his writing desk or even bother to look up when Zechs or his servants spoke to him. He clutched the silver necklace and ran his fingers up and down the cherry wood desk.

His mind wandered... Wufei studying at this very desk. Wufei lying on the floor as he read him the classics. Wufei trying on clothes. Wufei’s soft lips. Wufei’s coal black hair. Wufei’s laughter; his cries. The way the boy clung to him in fear or elation. Even the harsh words delivered to him in the hospital became precious to Treize and he ran then over and over in his mind. All the duels, all the arguments, all the dances he’d had with Wufei. Gone. His dragon now gone... and with him went Treize’s heart.

"Get up! Dammit!" Zechs slapped him hard across the face.

"Milliard? There you are…."

"Treize? Treize, can you see me?"

"Yes, you don’t have the power to become invisible, do you?"

"Treize, do something for me?"

"What?"

"Take a shower!"

"A shower?"

"Yes! Now! Please!"

Zechs lifted Treize up and hauled him into a steaming hot shower and closed the door. He then threw several soaps and shampoos over the glass door. "Don’t come out of there until you smell like a rose!"

"Um, Milliard, you’re scaring me…"

No you’re the scary one, Zechs thought. Not even moving for almost 24 hours is scary. It’s so unlike you Treize! "Just get clean and then I’ll order you some soup."

"I’m not hungry."

"I’m not interested. You’ve been a royal pain in the ass, you know. Scaring everyone. Not showing up for work. Not eating. NOT MOVING! Marie has been asking for you and Wufei for days and quite frankly I didn’t know what to tell her…"

"Gomen…"

"Don’t apologize, just wash!"

Treize scrubbed himself harshly, enjoying the pain over his sensitive skin, luxuriating in the too-hot water, punishing himself. When he got out he had turned a red as a crab.

"Good GOD! Here…" Zechs wrapped a towel around his friend. "You look like a lobster, Treize!"

"Butter me," came the bitter reply.

Now that’s more like Treize. "How bout some chicken soup instead?"

"Whatever, Milliard."

Zechs sighed and let the older man lean on him until he reached the bed. Then Zechs punched in 77 and ordered the food up.

After Zechs had been satisfied that the General had eaten a little, he tucked him into bed and turned off all the lights save one. "Good night, Treize."

"Thank you, Milliard..."

Treize tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. Where did his dragon live now? What did he do there? Did he keep safe? Did he stay with his friends? Would he find someone else soon? Treize tossed and turned and decided to get up rather than surrender to the nightmares he knew awaited him. The General could never remember being so weak, but then he had never been so strong either. He loved Wufei. He could move mountains if the boy needed him to. He loved Wufei. His rejection could kill him, would kill him.

Treize moved to the writing desk and sat down, brushing his fingers across the lid as if he were stroking his dragon’s body. He opened the desk and took out the book of Tao, and held it to his lips. It smelled like his love—lavender, lang lang, and something only Wufei had. Treize laid the book down and rested his head in his hands. The moonlight washed over him, but his eyes were tightly shut, and he did not see the shadow pass over him. Wufei slipped into the room from the balcony and silently unsheathed his sword.

"I have come to challenge you again, General."

At first Treize thought his clouded mind had imagined the voice, but Wufei had never spoken to him so sensually, so huskily before. He opened his eyes and slowly looked over at the dragon in attack position not ten feet from him. He drew in a sharp breath.

"You win."

"Not that easy, General…. I have some questions…"

"No doubt."

"What was that I saw with Zechs three nights ago?"

"I was congratulating Zechs on his engagement."

"Engagement?"

"To Lt. Noin. They are to be married this winter, and I was asked to be best man. I was thanking Zechs and I kissed him, as I always have. Why?"

"No. My questions first." Wufei never moved from attack position. "Why did you make me a war prize?"

"Because I thought I was in love with you…"

Wufei tried not to crack when he noticed the use of past tense. "And why did you let me go?"

"Because I really did fall in love with you."

That marked Wufei’s turn to draw in a sharp breath. "And why should I believe you?"

"You shouldn’t, dragon. I don’t deserve you. I put you through too much to ever hope for your love now…"

Wufei stared at the figure glowing in the moonlight. He looked pale, clearly troubled. An air of sadness hung all around the room. Treize’s eyes were hollow and burned with fever. He looked so frail it unnerved Wufei. He lowered his sword.

"I thought you didn’t want me…"

"What?!"

"Because… I wasn’t… new."

"You! You are everything to me, Wufei. I love you so much, that… I couldn’t bear to keep you in this cage. I had to let you go… I had to let you choose. Whether you could love me or not…." Treize swallowed but he never took his eyes off Wufei’s face. "Do you? Have you chosen, dragon Fei?…."

Wufei closed his eyes and cocked his head. "Call me that again."

Treize stood. "My dragon Fei," he called.

"TREIZE!!!!!!!" Wufei sobbed, as he dropped his sword and ran towards his love. He jumped on Treize, wrapping his legs around the older man’s back and devoured his mouth with a hungry, pure, passionate kiss.

Treize responded instantly, wrapping his arms around the boy and opening his mouth for that precious invasion. He sunk to the floor, taking his dragon with him, until he sat on his knees. He shook with delighted sobs and tears began to stream down his face. Gripping Wufei, he lowered the boy to the floor as he kissed him deeply, bruising his lips, meshing their bodies together. Wufei trembled beneath him as he, himself, shook with sobs. "You are so beautiful, my dragon love. So beautiful. How could anyone not want you? I will want you till the day I die!" Treize confessed.

"Treize!" Wufei began to shake violently, as if he was chilled from the inside. "Treize… I love you!"

"Oh, Wufei!" Treize leaned over him again and arrested that blessed mouth in a savage kiss, claiming the rose-colored flesh beneath him, daring their words to be true. "Dragon Fei!" he called again as he bit at the corners of Wufei’s eager mouth.

"Treize! Treize! I missed you so much! I don’t ever want to go away again!"

"There will never be a need, precious one. I will go where you go. I will be with you for as long as you want me…"

"Can you live forever?" Wufei wondered.

Treize laughed. "For you? I can arrange it… Kiss me again, my dragon child."

Wufei pulled Treize down by his neck and touched their lips together in a heady mixture of desperate lust and blossoming love. Wufei’s tongue flicked over Treize’s lower lip and he gained access to the hot cavern, shyly exploring the secrets of its depths.

"Mhmmmm." Treize hummed and Wufei giggled.

"That tickles!" he accused.

"Punish me?" Treize blinked innocently.

Wufei laughed and slapped Treize playfully on the ass. The response had been unanticipated to say the least. Treize bit sharply into Wufei’s neck and sucked hard, meanwhile moaning and growling like a lion contented with his new prey.

Wufei ran his hands through sandy brown hair. "I love you! Gods above, how I love you, you bastard!"

Treize released Wufei’s neck and lapped at the teeth marks he left there. "I will never tire of you saying so, dragonling…" he crooned into Wufei’s neck.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love… you, Treize!" Wufei’s body rose to rub up against Treize, desperate for more contact, and he let his hands roam all over Treize’s back, pushing the man down on top of him.

"Oh, my love…Mmmmm. More." Treize hooked his left arm under Wufei’s head to give his dragon child a makeshift pillow, and with his other hand he stroked Wufei’s hair. He licked Wufei’s throat and nipped at the junction of jaw and neck, neck and shoulder, shoulder and breast. He cupped Wufei’s cheekbone in his large hand and looked deeply into those big black eyes. "Are you mine?"

"Always…" Wufei breathed.

"Then come, dragon mine."

Treize lifted Wufei up off the floor and gently carried him to their bed, lowering him onto the soft mattress with the utmost care. He lay beside Wufei and reveled in the touch of Wufei’s exploring hands.

Wufei couldn’t get enough of Treize. He brushed his trembling hands all over the man’s back, his face and chest. This forbidden ecstasy he denied himself no longer. Wufei nuzzled Treize and butted his head against the man like a little kitten. He even purred in his delight and breathed in deeply, to get more of Treize’s rosy sent.

"Why my dragon, I didn’t know you could purr!" Treize chuckled.

"I can make other noises too, Treize. Care to find out?"

Treize’s eyes sparkled. "Most definitely." Treize sighed and ran is left hand down Wufei’s arm and leg. "I can’t believe you came back…"

"I can’t believe you let me go..."

"What made you decide come back?"

"You let me go. That was the moment you made me yours," Wufei said, in revelation.

Treize wondered how Zechs knew. How did he guess? Did he feel the same way when Treize let him go? Did he love him before or after? Or had it been it Zechs that let Treize go? He didn’t know. He just knew that his dragon rested willingly in his arms, warm and bright and alive and that would be all that mattered now.

"I love you Wufei." Treize shuttered as he brushed the tip of his nose all over Wufei’s face.

"Mmm. Show me how much?"

"Ha. But you have to ask what you want in Latin…"

Wufei groaned then laughed. "But I only know the word phallus…aahhh!"

Treize cupped Wufei’s erection and gently rubbed over it in a slow circle. "Very good, Wufei. That’s a very good word. I shall teach you some others before the night is through…" Treize sucked Wufei’s right nipple through the cloth of his shirt.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmm.Tre…. Ahhhh!"

Treize’s hand never hurried its pace, but his tongue began to lash at the awakened nub of flesh. Wufei shifted and sat up on his elbows. Then he removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Treize could barely contain his joy. His tongue whipped Wufei, then teased in light circles, and then his teeth grazed his flesh, all the while, that large, gentle hand stroked they boy towards madness.

"Treize!"

"Hmmmm?"

Wufei tugged at the man’s silk pajama top. "Off."

"Yes, dragon."

Treize slipped his shirt over his head and no sooner was had chest been exposed then Wufei’s hungry mouth descended over it, mimicking Treize’s previous onslaught, yet biting more sharply, punishing the General for making him wait.

"Ohhhh! Hnnnn. Yes…." Treize whispered.

Wufei scooted down farther on the bed and licked under Treize’s right nipple, lapping at the sensitive muscular sheath he found there. He sucked on Treize’s abdomen muscles, one by one almost satisfied that Treize lifted his hips and arched his back with want. But Wufei wanted more.

"Treize. May I?

"Latin."

"You’ve got to be kidding me?"

"Latin, dragon."

"Um…phalla—la—shio"

"Close enough. And, an excellent notion, dragon Fei!" Treize rolled Wufei onto his back and hooked two fingers on each side of the boy’s pants and ripped them down past his ankles, smiling at the yelp of shock Wufei rewarded him with. Trieze tossed the pants behind him and spread Wufei’s legs slowly. His dragon looked eager but shy; he could be so sexy! Treize settled between the boy’s thighs and rubbed his cheek across the boy’s passion.

"Oh!" Wufei bolted and then fell back against the covers as Treize flicked his tongue across the shaking tip. Wufei gripped the sheets as Treize ran his tongue up one side of his penis and down the other, over and over, then flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over the weeping slit, smearing the white precum all over the cockhead so quickly it looked deliciously obscene. It turned Wufei ON! Treize made him feel so hot, like he had been the most desirable thing in the universe. Wufei lifted his hips, but his lover insistently pushed them back down and held him there.

Treize continued to flick the cockhead until Wufei writhed. Then Treize opened his mouth and slowly sucked his way down to the boy’s root.

"Uhhhhh!!!! Nnn! Oh sweet stars! Trei….."

Treize luxuriated in his dragon’s scent, in his masculine taste. The slender cock began to twitch under the burden of its pleasure, and Treize engulfed it harmonica style, sliding his mouth up and down the side, then swirling the cockhead with forceful nudges. Treize lightly scratched his nails over Wufei’s balls, eliciting a howl of pleasure.

Treize replaced his mouth with his hand and pumped Wufei’s wet cock as he drew one testicle into his mouth and sucked on it powerfully, forcing it in deep. Then Treize took the other ball into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in clockwise motions. Wufei pulled his hair, practically screaming now. But Treize couldn’t be bothered; he had to concentrate. Treize took both balls and smashed them together then withdrew his mouth and blew cold air onto them.

"HHnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Oh Gods, oh Gods oh Gods…"

Treize looked up at Wufei, cornflower blue eyes smiling into the darkest onyx. Treize covered Wufei’s erection with his mouth and pumped up and down, licking on the way down, sucking on the way up. He let Wufei buck his hips up, fucking his mouth. He breathed through his nose and moved faster, wanting to bring his little love to a sweet completion. Wufei fucked him and screamed his name, and that put Treize into pure heaven. As Wufei’s salty cream filled his throat, Treize had to close his eyes, because the beauty of the thing becoming too much.

Wufei collapsed on the bed as the last pangs of sheer mind-blowing pleasure ripped through him. It would be a while before he could speak and when he looked for Treize, he found the man over him, and then kissing him, spreading his own seed around his mouth, coating his tongue, his teeth and the roof of his cavern with his own salty taste. Wufei moaned. This seemed so unbearably erotic and he became hard again. OH no! Treize!

"Treize?" came a small voice. "I’m sorry…"

"Why?"

"I… you didn’t come…I didn’t do it right…"

Treize exhaled and hugged his little one tightly to him. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Treize," the little voice replied.

"Then, you did it right, Wufei. All I ever want from you is to let me know what pleases you and what doesn’t, okay? Just be honest with me. Promise?"

"Yes. You, too?"

"I promise." Treize kissed him again and Wufei braved the unknown, stroking Treize’s rigid cock through his silk pants.

"Do you like this Treize?"

"Ver… very much." He shuddered.

Wufei put his hand down Treize’s pants and stroked his cock gently, tugging upward, using his fingers to press the cockhead.

"Oh, God!" Treize groan as he fought to keep his hips from coming off the bed. "Wu… fei…."

Wufei slid his hands on either side of Treize hips and stroked his pants and underwear down and dropped them over the side of the bed. Then Wufei lay on top of Treize, so that they were nose to nose. Wufei’s right thigh rubbed languidly across the General’s throbbing shaft, and Wufei licked and kissed his chin and lips.

"Oh, my little dragon… what you do to me….mmmmm."

Wufei French kissed his lover, deeply, urgently, and he raked his nails down the man’s chest, pausing only to twist his nipples.

"Hmmmmmmm! Maaaa!"

"Treize, my darling, my only love…." Wufei chanted as he sucked on Treize’s neck and ran his tongue along the man’s collar bone.

Treize couldn’t wait any longer; he let his hands slide down Wufei’s back and grope his firm, round ass. The General clutched one buttock in each hand and rolled them in opposite circles, pushing Wufei’s awakening member against his belly and making the boy press his thigh against his own pulsing penis.

"Treize… Gods, you make me feel so good… I want you…"

Treize let a stinging little slap fall onto Wufei’s left buttcheek and then he continued to fondle that silky smooth ass. "Don’t tempt me, dragon. Not until you’re ready…"

Wufei grabbed Treize’s shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position. "How can I convince you I’m ready, General?"

Treize crooned deep in his chest. "Latin."

"Are you--"

"—insane?!?" they both finished.

"Yes. I’m certifiable. Latin, or no play."

Wufei blushed. Then he leaned close to Treize and whispered in his ear.

"I’m so glad you read that book I left out for you…" Treize muttered as he fumbled for lubricant in the top drawer of the night-stand. Finally recovering the bottle of crème, he turned back to face a smiling, shy dragonling, resting atop his lap, and he let out a small sigh.

"I’m so glad you came back to me, Wufei…"

"I’ll never leave you again, Treize…. I love you so… I never knew what love really was until there was you…" Wufei said between little kisses all over Treize’s eyebrows, forehead, nose, and jaw.

"I’ll make sure you never have a reason to go away…"

Treize twisted open the bottle and poured a generous amount of lotion onto his hands. Wufei still kissed him, but he took Treize’s hands and removed the crème, coating his own hands. Then he rubbed the scented lotion around his palms, warming it. Finally, he closed his hand around Treize’s purple, weeping cock and stroked downward, placing his other hand at the cockhead and repeating the motion, creating an endless tunnel of warm, wet bliss.

Treize fell back on his elbows and watched as his beloved dragon child coated his cock with thick, soft crème. Treize pulled himself out of his reverie long enough to dollop two fingers into the bottle and wipe them across Wufei’s crack. The boy threw his head back in anticipation. Treize pressed his middle finger tenderly inside Wufei, carefully penetrating the tight ring of muscle trying to force him out. Treize removed his finger and Wufei hissed.

Coating three fingers this time, Treize teased Wufei’s opening and then quickly slid two fingers up inside, stroking in and out, consciously rubbing against the boy’s prostrate. Wufei leaned so far back Treize felt afraid he would fall over. He noticed his dragon kept biting his lip, hard.

"Does this hurt you, Wufei?"

"No, Treize."

"Then why are you biting your lip?"

Wufei blinked, and his face became a little sad. "… Habit."

"Oh. Well, we shall have to make you new habits then…I want you to be as loud as you can. Wake the dead, dragonling. Don’t hold back," Treize whispered, as he thrust three fingers into Wufei.

"Yes, Treize! Oh, yes!!"

"That’s my dragon child."

"Meammmm." Wufei began to fuck himself on Treize’s fingers and mewed in supplication.

Treize removed his fingers and leaned back until he rested against his headboard. He held his cock in one hand and Wufei’s hip in the other. "Remember, tell me if it doesn’t feel good…"

Wufei nodded and lifted his hips above Treize’s straining erection. The Cinese youth lowered himself rather quickly, sharply impaling himself on Treize’s thorn, shocked to find the pain reverberating in his heart, his soul touched by the magnificent beauty of their union. Treize involuntarily shoved himself deeper into Wufei’s tight hole and then cried out as he tried to restrain himself.

"Wufei? Doesn’t it hurt?"

"Not like before…. Oh Gods….Its too much." Wufei leaned forward and rested his head on Treize's shoulder, as Treize stroked his hands lovingly up and down Wufei’s back, waiting for him to set the pace. Wufei began to hump Treize, but after a while, he rolled back and pulled Treize on top of him.

"Treize?"

"Yes, dragon?"

"Take me? Make me yours? I want you… to give me new memories…"

Treize nodded. "I understand, Wufei."

Treize slowly stroked inside the boy, burying himself as deeply as he could go, pressing his balls to Wufei’s spread ass. He established the rhythm of thrust, pause, snap, sending Wufei into a frenzy within a matter of minutes.

"Oh Treize, Treize, Treize, Treize, oh, oh… yes, yes! Do that to me again. Again! Ahhhh!"

Treize lifted Wufei’s legs over his shoulders and kissed him as he moved for a deep, rough thrust, and then snapped his hips forward sharply a few times, just to keep Wufei off guard. His dragon was wept, crying softly into his shoulder, begging him for more, for it to never end and Treize couldn’t let his little one cry alone. Their tears mixed and Treize tried to kiss them away, but there were too many, too fast.

"Dragon," his hoarse voice rang through the moonlight. "I love you. I love you, I love you, my dragon, my lover, my Chang Wufei… my little and dearest love…oh God, you are my everything… my only one," Treize whispered as he fucked Wufei over and over, his thrusts coming faster and faster.

"Oh yes, Treize! Hmmm. Oh Gods, my love, please… please…."

Treize obeyed and he drove into Wufei with abandon, giving himself up to the pleasure as old as the stars themselves. His cock rammed in and out of Wufei’s hot, slick hole and reveled in every buck and jolt from Wufei’s hips. Wufei bit into Treize’s shoulder, marking him, claiming him, loving him.

Treize’s hand came down from its grip on the headboard to engulf Wufei’s length, until Wufei gasped and screamed under the double stimulation. Wufei’s thick white cream shot all over Treize’s hands, and their taunt abdomens. His little anus contracted, pinching Treize, who had relinquished all self control a while ago, and Treize coated his gouts of semen deep into Wufei, shouting his undying love as he came, and then collapsed onto the boy beneath him. Wufei clung fiercely to Treize, his only anchor in a sea of emotions and sensations. Their breathing took minutes to return to normal.

Treize looked up through his sweaty locks of hair and peered into Wufei’s little eyes. "Dragon fei? Did I hurt you?" Treize asked as he pulled out slowly.

"No…it was…. Treize, it was amazing! Will you…?"

"Will I what, dragon?’

"Will you still want to do this with me?"

"Every night of our lives…" Treize smiled as he pressed a kiss to his insecure, naïve, passionate, feisty little dragon’s forehead.

"Hmmm, Treize?"

"Yeah?"

"Hold me while we sleep?"

"Every night of our lives…" Treize whispered as he slid off Wufei and coiled his warm body around the boy’s, spooning against him.

But Wufei turned in the embrace and nestled his head in the crook of Treize’s shoulder and chest. He placed a kiss there and said, "Wo ai ni." And then he drifted off into sleep, as Treize brushed his hair back from his face in long, soft strokes.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, unaware of the door opening and Zechs’ crystal blue eyes peering in on his best friend. When Zechs saw the sight of Wufei peacefully intertwined in Treize’s arms, he clasped his hand over his mouth to keep from crying aloud, as the sheer joy and happiness consumed him. He shut the door quietly and hurried back to tell Noin.
~*~

Treize woke with the dawn and a tingling sensation rushed through his whole body as he realized that he lay next to his beautiful dragon child. He watched the boy sleep for some time, and then began to trace his forefinger across Wufei’s cheek.

"Hmmmhmmimmmm." Wufei mumbled and buried his face into Treize’s arms.

"Draaaaaagon…" Treize sang.

"Humph.…"

"Oh dragon Fei… wake up!"

"The bed better be on fire," Wufei muttered as he fought to open his eyelids.

"Good morning, my lover."

"What?"

"There’s an important question I want to ask you…"

"It better not be in Latin, because I’ll kill you…"

"All right. Fair’s fair. Are you awake?"

"Painfully. What’s the question?"

Treize sighed. "Ni xiang jia gei wo ma?"

Wufei’s eyes snapped open and he forgot to breathe. Then the trembling set in and Wufei pushed himself up from Treize’s warm chest to stare down at the beautiful man before him.

"What did you say?"

Treize flipped Wufei under him and repeated his question with careful intonation, "Ni xiang jia gei wo ma?"

Wufei’s eyes filled with tears and he nodded his head. "I will," he choked out.

Treize smiled — no smirked — and then descended to capture his lovely bride for their first morning kiss.

In thanks to Chichiri and Miko no da. Congratulations and thanks for being such great friends! Love, Roo