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Chapter Six:

The next morning, when Quatre and Wufei eventually made their way down to the kitchen, they discovered that a mission had arrived during the night when all of the occupants of the safe house were in bed.

Wufei frowned as he examined the mission outline currently open on Heero's laptop. "I thought that you had informed the doctors that Quatre has amnesia." Wufei eventually remarked in some confusion.

"I did." Heero grunted. "Nevertheless, the mission clearly requires Quatre's participation."

"Look at him." Wufei gestured sharply to Quatre. "He can't pilot in this state!"

"We have no choice." Heero snapped back, obviously irritated.

"This is not going to work, Heero." Trowa interrupted calmly. "For one thing, Quatre can't remember anything, and for another, he gets distressed when he's away from Wufei for more than five minutes. Do you really expect him to be able to pilot his Gundam under these circumstances?"

Heero looked thoughtful. "Let's just see if Winner can still pilot his Gundam first, then we'll worry about separating him from Chang."

Quatre watched, blissfully oblivious to the stakes of the conversation as the pilots continued their heated discussion; he kept his eyes glued to Wufei's face. He liked to watch Wufei talk. He especially liked the way Wufei's eyes sparkled with an intense heat as he gestured wildly with his hands. In fact, seeing Wufei's eyes like that reminded Quatre of the only other time he ever saw those eyes at that level of intensity. He blushed. In the bedroom – only in the bedroom – did Quatre ever see Wufei's eyes so intense. He wondered when Wufei was going to be finished and whether he'd be able to drag Wufei somewhere private. His eyes glazed over in rising arousal as he thought about all of the lovely ways Wufei could make his body tremble.

In the silence that fell, he suddenly realised that everyone was staring at him. Duo and Trowa looked slightly bemused at his inattention and inexplicably – to them, at least –glazed expression while Wufei was blushing furiously.

"Come on." Wufei muttered, holding out his hand considerately to Quatre and yet carefully not looking at him. Quatre delightedly latched onto Wufei, and off to his right he heard Duo chuckle in amusement. He happily wondered if they were going to go somewhere private now. To his disappointment, Wufei led him outside towards a large shed he'd always noticed but had never entered. They paused in front of the large doors, and he wondered what they were doing here.

Heero pushed the doors, and they swung open. As soon as Quatre's eyes settled on the objects revealed behind the door, he froze and stared, his eyes rounding in amazement. There in front of him were five magnificent mechanical figures, standing in a row. They stood straight and tall, somehow making Quatre think of freedom and integrity. He stared, awed at the sight; he'd never seen anything so incredible.

"These are Gundams," Trowa explained to him, breaking the silence that had fallen over the pilots. Quatre was understandably shocked, while the others were carefully observing his reaction. Quatre nodded absently, his eyes still fixed on the huge mechanical figures. Something stirred at the back of Quatre's mind. There was something familiar about the figures. His eyes seemed particularly drawn towards the Gundam in the far left-hand corner of the large space.

"Which one do you… like?" Heero asked him carefully.

Quatre walked instinctively towards the Gundam in the left-hand corner of the shed; something was inexplicably directing him towards it. He paused in front of the Gundam and stared up at it, even more amazed than before. Up this close, it was even bigger than he'd first thought.

"That's Sandrock." Wufei informed him quietly.

"Sandrock." Quatre tried out the name.

"That's your Gundam." Heero said.

"Mine?" Quatre asked quizzically, confused.

"Yes." Heero replied. He grunted in satisfaction. "The fact that you chose this one is a positive sign."

"Dammit, Yuy!" Wufei snapped. "Just because he chose this one doesn't mean that he'll be able to pilot it."

Heero ignored the outburst. "Take him up." He commanded.

Wufei looked angry.

"Wufei." Trowa murmured in a placating manner. Wufei glanced at him, still visibly annoyed, not placated at all.

Trowa returned his expression of irritation with one of characteristic unperturbed calm. "I don't want to do this, either, but as the current situation stands, we have no choice." Trowa sounded almost apologetic.

Wufei sighed and nodded in grudging acquiescence, knowing reason when he heard it. "Fine." He muttered.

He walked towards Sandrock's ankle, and, once he'd reached it, he turned to Quatre and gestured to him. "Come here."

Quatre obediently walked over to Wufei.

"See this button?" Wufei asked, pointing at a button on Sandrock's ankle. "Push it."

Quatre pushed the button. He let out a startled sound when a cord descended from above him and stopped in front of them. Wufei slid one foot into the loop conveniently at the end of the cord and grabbed hold of the handle before wrapping an arm around Quatre's waist. Quatre let out a shocked squeak when they both rose into the air. He stared around him, amazed yet again, and he clung tightly to Wufei as the other pilots grew steadily smaller below them as they climbed upward.

Wufei pushed Quatre towards the cockpit first before following him in. Behind him, the cord once again lowered to the ground, and the other pilots grabbed hold of it.

Quatre stared around in awe at the little compartment. "What's this?" He asked, cocking his head to one side, obviously still confused.

"This is the cockpit." Wufei told him patiently. "Sit down here." And he pushed Quatre into the command chair. Behind him, he felt eyes focused intently on him as the other pilots observed him from their various positions on Sandrock's body.

Wufei leaned over and buckled Quatre up. "How do you feel?" He questioned gently.

Quatre looked around. There was something strange about sitting here like this. He could feel a sense of strange familiarity, a nagging at the back of his mind trying to tell him something, but it remained elusive, and he could not make it out no matter how hard he concentrated on it. Still, he was beginning to feel a sense of rightness wash over him.

"Can you remember how to pilot?" Heero asked bluntly him from Sandrock's shoulder.

"Pilot?" Quatre repeated, confused. "Fly this?" They wanted him to fly this?

He stared at all of the buttons in the little room. He couldn't fly this! Why were they asking him to do something he couldn't do?

He shook his head slowly. "No." He told them a bit sadly.

Wufei turned away from him and looked at Heero with some annoyance. "I told you he wouldn't be able to do it!" He sounded exasperated, and his voice was tinged with something else: disappointment, irritation?

Quatre stared at Wufei's back, feeling an odd pain in his heart. Was he really so useless? Unbidden, something flashed in his mind, a fragmented vision of something. A memory? He closed his eyes to concentrate more deeply, and the image became clearer.

That was Wufei's voice, speaking in a condescending tone that Quatre had never heard from him before – at least, he'd never heard that particular tone since his amnesia.

Quatre sat there in the chair with his eyes closed, feeling like he was almost breathing in the memory; it was that real in his mind. Although Quatre didn't understand the memory, having lost the context due to the fragmented quality of his remembering, he felt rage welling up from somewhere deep inside him. Without consciously thinking about his next actions, his mouth firmed into a line and before he knew what he was doing, his fingers were flying over the keys. He felt strange inside, like he remembered that he had to do something very important, like he had to prove himself badly. I've done it once, I'll do it again. He didn't know why he was thinking such thoughts, but he'd show Wufei that he wasn't useless.

Wufei jerked in surprise as the screens began to light up, and then he grabbed onto the cockpit opening to stop himself from hurling down to the ground when Sandrock took a step forward. He noted that the other pilots were all holding on tightly too, in response to the sudden lurching movement from the hithertofore quiet Gundam. The cockpit door closed, and Wufei hastened over to the command chair where he held on tightly to the back of it, vaguely wondering about the fate of the other pilots as he tried to first deal with his own shock at the unexpected turn of events.

Quatre shifted in the seat, his eyes intense and focused, and then his hands – Sandrock's hands – began to move. He plucked Heero from his perch on Sandrock's shoulder with one hand, and in his other gathered Duo and Trowa from where they were standing on Sandrock's wrist. Then, still holding them, he began to run towards the hanger doors. Once outside, in a single leap, he took off high into the air.

Wufei didn't make a sound.

Quatre lost himself in the exhilarating feeling of flying higher into the air. A small part of his mind registered an important piece of trivia which he hadn't consciously known. //Don't fly too high, or the others won't be able to breathe.//

Quatre dropped out of his upward climb and plummeted towards the ground, twirling and twisting and turning in the air. Hurtling at a speed faster than sound, he fell rapidly towards the ground. Before they made impact with the earth, which was growing closer at an alarming rate, Quatre pulled out of his sharp dive and landed neatly on his feet in front of the hanger doors where he put the pilots still being held in Sandrock's gentle grip on the ground. Quatre sighed once in satisfaction. Then he turned to look eagerly at Wufei for his reaction.

Wufei was staring at him with an odd expression on his face. "Let's go." Wufei finally said, abruptly turning away.

Outside all of the pilots looked at each other. Duo was bouncing around, visibly exhilarated. "Did you see that, Wuffers? Did you? I think you remember that move. That was the only time I've ever seen Q play chicken with you. For that matter, that was the only time I've ever seen Q-ball play chicken with anyone! Remember? He picked you up in his hand and hurled towards the ground. You were so white afterwards. That was when you realised that no matter how innocent Q-bear may look, he's a damn good pilot."

"I remember." Wufei answered through gritted teeth, obviously not enjoying the memory.

"It was great!" Duo enthused, ignoring the grumpy pilot next to him. "I knew he'd be able to do it again. It's even better to experience it held in his hand than watching it from the ground!"

Wufei just 'humphed'. "Idiot." He muttered deprecatingly to Duo.

All of the pilots finally turned to look at Quatre who'd thus far remained silent. He was staring at his hands in some fascinated bewilderment, but then he looked at Wufei when an expectant silence fell. "Wufei?" He questioned hesitantly.

Wufei stared at him for a long time. "You're a good pilot." He eventually acknowledged gently. Quatre broke into a delighted grin, beaming good will to all.

"What about the separation problem?" Trowa murmured soflty.

"I've thought of that." Heero replied. "We'll leave a comm. window open between Chang and Winner's Gundams at all times."

He walked towards Quatre. "Will you be able to help us? We need you as backup. Will you fight with us?"

Quatre stared. Everyone was looking at him. He looked to Wufei. Wufei was frowning and staring at the ground. Quatre hesitated. He didn't really understand what he was being asked to do, but it seemed to be something that Wufei was against. He didn't know what to say.

"Chang!" Heero snapped when it became obvious that Quatre's refusal or acquiescence was dependent on him.

Wufei glared angrily at Heero, visibly unwilling to risk any danger to Quatre.

"Let's put it like this." Duo intervened reasonably. "If we don't get the extra backup, none of us might make it back, and so even if we leave Quatre here at the safe house, he wouldn't be able to fend for himself. He'd be dead within the week anyway."

Wufei sighed in defeat at this undeniable logic and then looked at Quatre. "We need your help." He told him, still hating the idea of an amnesic Quatre in battle.

Quatre broke into another wide grin. "Yeah! I'm going to be fighting with Wufei!"

Then he skipped into the house. The other pilots stared in the direction of the departed pilot, shocked. "He forgot about Wufei." Duo finally murmured dazedly after two minutes. Wufei ignored him and stalked into the house, too.

XXX

Quatre closed the bedroom door behind him, and the smile slipped from his face. Putting one hand to his face, he rubbed at it tiredly. He'd had fun piloting the Gundam, but now his head was hurting. Something kept niggling at the back of his mind, something that felt painful kept pushing to the front of his mind, and that was why he'd returned to the house first. He wanted some time alone. He paced restlessly in his bedroom. What was it that was bothering him? His eyes fell on the chest of drawers; he walked slowly towards it, compelled by some unknown force. Crouching down, he opened the last drawer and looked in. It was filled with socks. Frowning in thought, he closed his eyes slowly. Reaching his hand in, he was surprised to feel it connect with something hidden at the very back under all of his socks. He pulled the object out and stared at the picture in his hand. It was a photograph of a man standing surrounded by twenty-nine girls and one boy. Quatre scrutinized the picture more thoroughly. The boy was him. He stared at each of the girls in turn, feeling the strange sensation gripping his heart increase in intensity. His eyes moved around the photograph some more and landed on the man. His heart rate tripled. The man had cold, hard eyes. Quatre stared, mesmerized, feeling fear begin to course through him. He dropped the picture and grasped his head in his hand. "Hurts." He moaned in anguish. "It hurts." He couldn't understand it. There was something about the man, something that frightened him.

"Quatre." He heard Wufei call. Immediately, he replaced the picture beneath the socks and tossed himself onto the bed just before the bedroom door opened. He felt strange. He didn't know why he didn't want Wufei to know about his head hurting, but he didn't.

"How are you feeling?" Wufei asked in concern upon entering the room. Quatre stared at him. Wufei always made him feel safe. Without giving it another thought, he launched himself into Wufei's arms and cuddled into his chest.

"Quatre?" Wufei exclaimed worriedly as he picked Quatre up and sat down onto the bed with Quatre in his arms. "Are you sure you want to pilot? If it's too much…"

Quatre looked up from Wufei's chest and nodded his head vigorously. "I want to." And that was the truth. Quatre really did want to. He'd felt like he was flying free when he was piloting. It was a freedom he was keen to experience again.

"What is this then?" Wufei asked him, still looking worried.

Quatre stared up at him. Wufei wanted answers, and Quatre wasn't sure he could answer him, so he distracted him instead. "Kiss me, Wufei."

XXX

The time for the mission had finally arrived, and Wufei was still concerned. Quatre had been strangely quiet. Wufei wondered what was going through his mind. Every time he'd tried to ask, Quatre had changed the subject or distracted him by kissing him. Wufei was suspicious, and rightly so.

The five Gundams were in position standing hidden in some trees overlooking the base. At the safe house, they'd all discussed their roles in the mission. Heero and Wufei were going to go in and destroy the central control tower. If they managed to take that one out, then the newer dolls controlled by its frequencies would be rendered useless. It was Duo, Trowa, and Quatre's job to back them up. Wufei was worried about Quatre. He was amnesic for Nataku's sake! He shouldn't even be at the battlefield, but even Wufei was smart enough to realise that they didn't have a choice in the matter. Under the circumstances, they needed all five pilots.

"Chang." Heero's face appeared on the screen.

"Ready." He replied.

"Let's go." Heero said and charged towards the base with Wufei hot on his heels.

Immediately, dolls flocked from positions unknown, and the base, which seconds ago had appeared deserted, was suddenly filled with gunfire.

Wufei and Heero charged their way through the dolls, slashing frantically with their weapons. Their main priority was the tower; the others would have to take care of everything else.

XXX

It was ten minutes into the battle. Quatre shook sweat from his eyes. With every doll he cut down, the tight feeling in his chest grew, and the pounding at his temples increased. He ignored it all. His job was to provide backup to make sure that Wufei wasn't hurt. Okay, focus on Wufei and Heero. He shook his head wildly again as he cut down another doll, and the pounding in his head steadily worsened. Still, he wouldn't let that affect him, not when Wufei's life was on the line. "What's happening to me?" He whispered fearfully even as he cut down another doll.

He lost sight of the others as the broken dolls continued to pile up around him. His only consolation was the image of Wufei on his left screen. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Wufei's intense eyes blazing as he manoeuvred his controls. Quatre wondered if he'd reached the tower yet.

"Look out." Duo's face suddenly flashed up on his screen. Huh? Quatre thought as he cut yet another doll in front of him. His answer was in his being slammed forward to the ground and then jerked back as he suddenly found Sandrock being held down by all four limbs.

Quatre could feel his breath begin to quicken into erratic gasps. This position was making coils of fear wash through him. It seemed agonizingly familiar, but Quatre couldn't fathom why. All he knew was that his heart was beginning to pound overtime, and the pressure in his head was growing unbearable.

"No!" He threw back his head and screamed as the bands tightening around his head increased tenfold in strength. "What's happening?!" He cried in bewilderment, frightened.

Dimly, he heard voices, but he ignored them. Images were washing through his mind, images of their last battle, of his being taken from his cockpit and squeezed, of his flying through the air, then older scenes were taking its place, other battles, scenes of his watching Wufei surreptitiously, a particular scene stood out of his contemplating his feelings for Wufei under the apple tree, then yet older scenes were flashing by, scenes of his being locked into a room, his father whipping him, his sisters trying to protect him. It was merely seconds of flashback, but to Quatre the time taken in remembering seemed as though he was reliving his life all over again.

He remembered. He remembered everything!

I'd tried to block out those painful memories with obviously disastrous results. Quatre thought, giving a bitter laugh.

The dolls had him in the air and were swinging him now, but Quatre never noticed, he was too lost in the pain of reliving his past.

//But they are only memories!// He thought angrily. //They don't have the power to hurt me anymore.//

"You're nothing!" He roared as Sandrock was thrown through the air and imbedded head-first into the cliff face before toppling to the ground.

All around the battle field, everything suddenly stopped. It was so quiet that it was possible to hear the wind blowing, and then suddenly, a ball of flame became visible to the east of the base.

"Quatre!" Trowa yelled as the reason for the dolls' immobility became apparent and broke him from his stunned stupor. For a moment, he'd believed that the dolls had stopped because Quatre had been killed. No! He shook his head in denial, quickly manoeuvring his keys. Quatre isn't dead!

As one, all of the pilots rushed toward Sandrock. Trowa, being closest, got there first, but Wufei, Heero, and Duo were not far behind. They watched as Sandrock's cockpit door opened, and Quatre staggered out. He stared at the person in front of him and gave a little smile. "Trowa." He murmured in obvious recognition before he lost consciousness.

Everyone stared. "It looked like he recognised you." Duo noted shakily. "Really recognised you."

Trowa didn't reply; he just leaned down and lifted Quatre up into his arms. "Let's just get him back to the safe house." Trowa said.

XXX

Back at the safe house, Quatre was lying in bed pale and white, the gash on his head had been expertly bandaged, and as the pilots sat and watched they could feel a sense of déjà vu ghosting over their skin.

Finally, after half an hour had passed since they'd returned to the safe house, Quatre began to move. First his fingers began to curl slightly, and as the other pilots watched with bated breath, Quatre's eyelids fluttered next. It was another minute before they opened completely. The other five pilots stood at the end of his bed staring at him; no one knew who should approach him. Wufei hung back and Trowa stared.

"Are you okay, Quatre?" Duo eventually asked when it became apparent that no one was going to speak.

"Yes." Quatre replied and then there was more silence.

Duo asked the question everyone was wondering. "Do you remember anything?"

Quatre nodded. "I remember everything."

The air itself seemed to freeze into absolute stillness at his admission. Now that Quatre had his memory back, everyone wondered what was going to happen. Duo felt his heart clench in anticipated heartbreak and wondered if Quatre wanted Trowa back. If that was the case, Duo wasn't sure he had the right to fight for him even though he knew that it would crush his heart to have to give Trowa up.

Quatre offered Duo a soft smile. "I remember everything, Duo. That means I remember everything that happened including these past few weeks." He looked at Trowa and then back to Duo. "I'm happy for you both." They remained silent though there was a lessening of the tension in the room.

"Quatre." Trowa said quietly.

Quatre gave him a gentle smile and gestured to Duo. "Do you love him?"

Trowa nodded almost immediately. Quatre gave him another smile. "Then it is as it should be."

Trowa nodded gratefully.

Then Quatre turned to look at Wufei. They stared at each other, neither one speaking. The other pilots tactfully melted from the room realising that they could speak to Quatre later. There were many questions they wanted to ask him, but they were astute enough to realise that the questions could wait. Duo, the last one out, closed Quatre's bedroom door behind him.

"I'm sorry, Wufei." Quatre murmured once the two were alone in the bedroom. "I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble."

Wufei stared at him for a long time before finally speaking. "Just answer one question. Do you still love me?"

Quatre swallowed hard and nodded shakily. "Getting my memory back hasn't changed that." Then he bravely asked a question of his own. "Was it just pity on your behalf?"

Wufei shook his head in immediate denial.

Quatre smiled and held out his arms. Wufei walked forward and tugged him close. "I'm glad." Quatre whispered thankfully, feeling tears of happiness well up as he buried his face into Wufei's chest. "I don't think I could bear it if you only felt pity for me."

"If it had only been pity," Wufei murmured dryly, "I don't think I'd have done half the things I did with you."

He heard Quatre giggle into his chest.

"We'll have to talk about everything that's passed." Wufei said sternly. "I want to find out everything about you. It seems as though we don't know all that much about pilot 04 at all."

Quatre nodded. "Okay." He said agreeably, lifting his head. "I want to tell you. I don't think it's good keeping everything inside."

Wufei nodded gravely, looking completely serious.

"But first – " Quatre drawled, suddenly looking impish, and then he was moving quickly, surprising for someone who'd just been lying unconscious a few minutes previous. Before Wufei even registered his intentions, Quatre had given Wufei a forceful kiss.

Wufei was shocked for all of ten seconds, and then his body was responding, his hands lifting to bury themselves in Quatre's hair, mindful of his bandage while his mouth melted under Quatre's. Their tongues engaged in a vigorous battle, and all Wufei could feel was Quatre's heat burning him through his clothes. Suddenly, Wufei was desperate for more, but just as he was about to deepen the kiss even further, Quatre pulled back with a little growl. "You were tricking me." Quatre accused Wufei.

"Huh?" Wufei uttered in confusion, lifting dazed eyes to stare at Quatre as his lust-filled mind struggled to process that sentence syllable by syllable.

"At night." Quatre ground out. "When you wouldn't let me touch you, you were lying to me. You weren't getting pleasure." His hands reached for Wufei. Wufei grabbed them and stopped him.

"I was getting pleasure." Wufei refuted, staring hard into Quatre's eyes. "I enjoyed watching you reach the heights of pleasure."

"That's not what I meant." Quatre countered.

"You didn't know what you were asking me for." Wufei replied simply.

Quatre stared at the hands holding his. "I did."

Wufei shook his head.

Quatre sighed, exasperated. "Will you believe me if I told you that I do now?"

Wufei stared and then released Quatre's hands. Quatre reached for him, resting one hand delicately on Wufei. "I take it that's a yes?" He murmured slyly.

"Hm." Wufei hummed in return as he gave Quatre a gentle kiss.

"I plan on making it up to you tenfold." Quatre purred into the kiss.

He felt the cock in his hand leap at those words and smirked.

//Nataku!// Wufei thought desperately as Quatre then began to palm him earnestly through his pants. Maybe it had been better when Quatre was still innocent; he wasn't so damn devious then.

Wufei choked and his breath stuttered in his throat as he felt hot lips latch onto his throat and a heavy weight pushing him backwards onto the bed.

//Dammit!// he thought as he struggled to breathe around the pleasure. He wasn't sure if he was prepared to be bottom. All of the times he'd fantasized about Quatre, he'd imagined himself on top. Granted, Quatre's erotically-charged promise had stirred his blood… the thought trailed off as in one quick movement Quatre tugged his shirt from his body.

"Q-Quatre." His breath stuttered from his body.

"Don't worry." Quatre soothed.

And hearing that, Wufei's mind closed down; he trusted Quatre with his life.

He felt a palm skimming over his ribs, and he tossed his head back in a shudder of pleasure as it sent flutters of sensation through his body, spreading all of the way out to his fingertips and toes.

Wufei found himself wanting Quatre with a growing ache that bordered on pain. His body was shaking with the force of his desire, his cock was throbbing, and Quatre was panting right beside his ear, making him even harder if that was possible.

Heat built up in his groin as Quatre's teeth grazed his nipple while the hand which had been palming him moved to deftly remove his pants.

He closed his eyes tightly as the sensations heightened, heat tearing through his body, burning him alive, consuming him, until heat was all he could feel. Then Quatre was moving lower.

He hovered over Wufei's dripping erection, pausing to speak to Wufei, his hot breath washing over it making it leap. "I've wanted to do this for a long time now." He slowly slid his tongue out and licked at the oozing tip. His hand curled around the raging red length holding it steady as his lips closed around the head. His tongue traced the veins standing out prominently.

"Yes." He murmured in satisfaction, pulling back slightly. Then his head was being forcefully pushed down by Wufei, and he allowed himself a small smirk.

Quatre loved the feel of Wufei in his mouth. Love the feel of slick skin and heavy weight sliding to the back of his throat. Loved the way Wufei desperately pushed up into his mouth. Quatre liked being in control. He let his teeth graze gently along Wufei's length and felt the fingers in his hair tighten. Wufei was thrusting up into his mouth, and Quatre decided to let him control the pace for a bit. Wufei had been so patient with him after all, in the previous weeks of his amnesia. His free hand slid down gently to cup Wufei's balls, and Wufei let out a loud growl. Quatre knew that Wufei was close; he could feel it from the tightening of the balls in his hands and could tell from the almost frantic thrusts Wufei was making into his mouth. Shifting, he pulled his mouth from Wufei, giving the tip a swipe with his tongue before pulling away completely.

Wufei stared at him, glazed eyes not understanding. Quatre smiled. As much as he wanted Wufei's seed to flood his mouth, he didn't want this to be over yet. There would be plenty of time for that later on, but right now Quatre needed something different, and damn, but he'd been waiting too long for it!

He looked down at Wufei's cock which was still slick with his saliva and gave a little grin. Then he shifted up and hurriedly divested himself of his clothes. Positioning himself quickly, he stared into Wufei's eyes as he started to lower himself slowly. Wufei's eyes widened and strong hands clenched on Quatre's thighs, preventing him from lowering himself further.

"You need to be stretched." Wufei got out.

Quatre stared. Yes, perhaps he did. But he was desperate right now; he'd waited too long for this, and he wasn't about to wait a second more. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Wufei's face, he reached one hand down and began to stroke himself. Wufei's eyes drifted to the arousing sight, and consequently his grip on Quatre's thighs loosened in his moment of lustful distraction. That was the moment Quatre had been waiting for. In a quick movement, he'd impaled himself onto Wufei.

He gave a little cry of pain and froze.

Wufei glared at him as he struggled to catch his breath. "Dammit, Quatre." Wufei muttered a bit angrily, but he didn't dare move. Instead, he lay still and waited for Quatre to catch his breath and for his body to adjust. One hand reached out to gently stroke Quatre's now only half-hard length.

"You didn't have to do that." He sighed.

Quatre ignored him, trying to remember how to breathe. The pain had been intense, but now he was being distracted by the hand on his cock and the pain inside was lessening. A minute later and he was ready to move. He flashed Wufei a smile, and then he began to rise above Wufei. "If… I'd waited any longer – " he got out between pants. "I'd have…" He groaned. "Spontaneously combusted."

They both gasped suddenly, Wufei from being clenched so deliciously and Quatre from the sensation of having that length sliding against his insides.

"More." He whispered and picked up his pace. Wufei's hands on his thighs helped to lift him and tug him back hard. His hips snapped up with every downward stroke Quatre made. Wufei shifted slightly and the angle changed. Quatre froze, his eyes widening.

Then he closed his eyes and threw his head back, his throat working in wordless cries of pleasure. It was fantastic. With the new angle, every downward stroke had Wufei's cock rubbing against Quatre's prostate, setting off sparks of intense pleasure. His pace grew more frantic as he pressed himself heavily down onto Wufei, eager for more of the cries of pleasure and sounds of soft pants falling from his lips.

He dimly heard Wufei moaning and felt a hand curl around his cock. When it got to be too much, he covered Wufei's hand with his own as though that could somehow make Wufei's hand move faster, harder, and bring him to his climax. The feeling of both of their hands moving on his own erection was too much for Quatre, and with a little cry he spilled himself on Wufei's chest. Wufei removed his hand and held tightly to Quatre's waist giving two more hard thrusts before he too was following Quatre over the edge.

Quatre sank limply onto Wufei's chest, breathing ragged as his body shuddered in pleasurable aftershocks. He shifted slightly and covered Wufei's mouth with his own. They kissed slowly and for a long time, tongues twining lazily before breaking apart. Quatre stayed lying on top of Wufei, unwilling to move from the comforting circle of Wufei's arms.

Eventually their breathing evened out.

"I suppose fate has a way of working things out for the best." Wufei finally remarked a long time later when the silence had stretched out comfortably.

Quatre shook his head in a little lazy movement that had his nose brushing against Wufei's chest and Wufei's arms tightening around him. "I think that even if I hadn't lost my memory I would have found my way to you eventually, and Duo to Trowa. When you're supposed to be with someone, it'll happen regardless of how much you try to stop it."

Wufei smiled and pulled Quatre even tighter before saying teasingly, "All the same, if you get knocked out again, I'll make sure that I'm the first person you wake up to."

Quatre laughed a clear tinkling laugh. "I think I'll do the same. I won't let you use amnesia to forget me." Then he yawned and settled down to sleep.

Wufei just smiled and tugged Quatre even closer to him, burying his face into Quatre's silky blonde hair. Nothing could make me forget you. Then he too closed his eyes and within moments both were napping peacefully.

XXX

In their bedroom, Duo and Trowa sank together, sweaty and panting. "I think they've worked everything out." Trowa commented calmly.

"You think?" Duo asked innocently with a touch of wicked humour. "What made you think that? The fact that Quatre was screaming Wufei's name loud enough to wake the dead, or the fact that their bedsprings were creaking in a nice hard rhythm?"

"Both." Trowa admitted with a slight smile before tugging Duo towards him for another kiss.

XXX

In his bedroom where he was working on his laptop, Heero let his lips curl into a little smirk. Now everyone would be able to concentrate on their next mission. Hm, he looked at the message; he loved infiltration missions…

The End.