Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing. I own a bowl of asparagus. That is all.

Summary: 2x5x2 Duo drinks tea with Wufei, but decides his idea of tea is a little better. One-shot. Takes place after Endless Waltz, no real time line. Just a little fun snippet while I work on Bean and Behind closed doors. :D

This story is written in honor of Cltcmistress's birthday, which is 1/26 (today), she loves 2x5x2s and tea; and is practically my sister. So this is dedicated to her. Happy Birfday Celtic. ;)

It started out innocently enough, for the most part. Wufei had asked Duo if he'd like to sit and have tea with him. Of course the braided pilot had immediately sat and taken a cup, choking a bit as he sipped it. Despite the odd looks Wufei had given him across the table, the American continued to sip the tea, occasionally shuddering.

"You don't have to drink the tea if you don't like it." Wufei mentioned from behind the cup at his lips, eyebrow raised.

Duo thought he looked picture perfect, especially with his hair down and still messy from bedhead, he could swallow the bitter tea if he got to see a site like that every day.

"Yes, I do." He took another sip and held back a shudder. It was lemon. With extra lemon... or at least that's what he tasted. But it was Wufei's favorite, so he would suffer through it, just to spend time with the other pilot.

"Why?"

"Because you made it."

Wufei seemed surprised at that, his face flushing as he drank the rest of his bitter tea.

It became a morning ritual, both boys would come downstairs and sit at the table, sipping tea and watching the sunrise, or in Duo's case, watching the Chinese pilot as he sipped from his cup. He actually managed to contain his shuddering as he drank.

After a few weeks of drinking the bitter tea, Duo couldn't stand it any more. "Why do you drink this? Are you a masochist or what?"

Wufei simply shrugged. "I enjoy it."

The braided pilot gave him a look that suggested Wufei might've grown another head. "You have no taste."

Wufei smirked. "I guess not, I did somehow end up with you."

He took another sip of his tea, smirking as Duo sputtered indignantly, then turned away.

"I'll show you decent tea."

And that's how Wufei found himself in a small dinner staring at a glass the waitress placed before him. It had a lemon resting on the side of a glass and a straw coming forth from the murky, icey liquid.

He glanced up at Duo, before glaring at the cup. "And just what is this mockery?"

The braided pilot gave him the biggest grin he could muster, while drinking from his own straw. "Sweet tea. Southern style."

Wufei's dark eyebrow arched. "Sweet tea?"

Duo rolled his eyes and scooted the glass closer to him. "Just try it 'Fei. It won't kill you."

The Chinese pilot eyed the glass momentarily before sipping it. His face suddenly scrunched up and he gave Duo a odd look, but he sipped the tea again.

And again.

And again.

Wufei had liked the tea, in fact, he loved it. So much that it became a daily ritual for them to stop and get a sweet tea while they were out. Yeah, it started out innocently enough, but Duo actually started to miss the "lemon with a lemon."

Yes, he was actually becoming quite sick of the sweet tea. He loved Wufei, but the boy had no variety.

He shuddered as he took another sip of his too sweet tea.

But that was ok, because it was for Wufei.