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The author, with all due respect, makes credit where it's due to the evil genius of Sunrise, BANDAI, Studio Asahi and Masashi Ikeda—including all script, characters, plot/subplot/movie plot henceforth. The author garners absolutely no money from this piece. The Author has twice the cell phone bill to pay this month BUT would NEVARR resort to thievery—especially such a highly recognized anime. Although there are some people in the Author's life who might just, but her coworkers are very special people. The author makes absolutely no claims to the copyrighted materials contained in this fictional work of literature.

IN SHORT:

[x] NOT MINE

[x] NOT MINE

[x] SOOOOO not mine.

PS: I realize I have bent the plot to serve my own crazed purposes. This should, in no way, influence readers to believe that the events described in this "fanfiction" honestly occur as any plot line(s) of MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM WING progresses in the way the original, forenamed copyright holding authors intended. At all.

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I'M GOING TO SAY IT NOW.

This work of FICTION….FANFICTION….contains

YAOI.

}hawt sweaty PWP yummy man+man acshunz.

IF THIS ISN'T

WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR

NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO RUN AWAY SCREAMING…!

However, I HAVE met the American seiyuu for Gundam Wing boys, and they make PLENTY of jilarious yaoi jokes. Not kidding. PUT THAT IN YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT, HATERS! :DDD

I warn you now, there is little to no semblance of real plot to speak of through this whole travesty. AND ENDLESS WALTZ=DID NOT HAPPEN! TRIEZE WILL LIVE FORE-EVAH! 3 :DDD

Flames will be used to toast marshmallows, and the author loves toasted marshmallows.3

The once-leader of the Organization of the Zodiac, master and commander of outer-fucking-space as a whole, had a weakness.

"OH GODS! TRIEZE!"

The sounds the Chinese boy beneath him made as he orgasmed for the third time that night were maddeningly sweet. His muscles clamped tightly around the ex-Colonel, who screamed his name as he came deep within his lover.

"WUFEI! OH MY DRAGON, YES!"

After a few moments of breathless panting and sweet goodnight kisses, the man rolled onto his back so that his lover was above him. The smaller boy nuzzled against him, sighing in contentment at the feeling of being filled with Trieze's seed.

The war was over, they were no longer kept apart by politics—and they had so much time to make up for. Some nights were better than others, for the nightmares of armed conflict haunted both. The difference was that now, Wufei no longer had to cry on the inside.

Perfect, Dragon

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Obsidian eyes opened slowly, wincing at the light that invaded the otherwise curtained bed. The ex-Shenlong pilot rolled over in his sleep, and was immediately aware of two things; that Trieze was already awake and that he was on the phone with someone. He would've gone back to sleep—the man was writing his memoirs on his life as a General, and spent his mornings on calls with publishers and editors. But after another moment, Wufei quickly realized he was talking to someone far more familiar.

It's been so long, my friend…yes, I know, where does the time go? I can't wait to see you either—there was the sound of papers shuffling, of pages being turned—but…until we meet again—love you too—

The rest of the conversation was lost on Wufei, who had slipped from the warmth of the bed he shared with his lover—the status of that being dependant on how this conversation would turn out. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't heard Trieze speak in a tone—soft, seductive gentleness—that Wufei knew the once-commander reserved for him. He made his way quietly into Trieze's study, carefully sneaking behind the general.

"Khushrenada!"

The light brown haired man spun in his chair, smiling at Wufei.

"Good morning, my dragon. Does your state of undress imply that last night was not sufficient and you require a repeat?"

Wufei blushed darkly, but his anger quickly returned. "Khushrenada," he began again, "whether or not there is a 'repeat' depends on whether or not you're being unfaithful."

Trieze raised a delicate eyebrow and looked into his love's eyes. "Why, Dragon, would you question your place in my affections? Have I not proven every night that you are my heart and soul?"

Wufei would not be deterred, and raised his voice. "You spoke to that person the way you've only ever spoken to me—is that meaningful? Shall I leave you, forever, and consider our relationship a mistake?" He bit back tears. "I demand an answer—and right now!"

Trieze had only seen his lover's face marred in anger and hurt in the days they were still enemies with conflicting emotions. He had fought hard enough to have Wufei, and he'd fight to keep him by his side. Slowly, he approached the Chinese boy and wrapped his arms around him—making sure to brush his erection to the boy's naked one. "My darling….I was going to keep this a surprise, but the person I was speaking with was our dear and very much alive friend Zechs Marquise." He heard the sharp intake of breath, and held back a small chuckle as he felt Wufei's body respond to those words. "Apparently that lucky bastard lived through your assassination attempt, though he understands you were simply acting on orders. To show there's no bad blood—so to speak—he'd like to visit us. He arrives tomorrow, and looks forward to meeting you again."

He reached out, tucking a finger underneath his lover's chin. Wufei tried to turn his head, obvious tears in the black depths of his eyes.

"Oh Trieze…"

The man in question leaned down and captured the boys lips with his own, using a thumb to nudge his mouth open. The kiss deepened, and the boy moaned into his mouth. In response, Trieze picked up the Chinese boy and—without breaking the kiss—took them back to the bedroom. The smaller-framed boy wrapped his legs around the older man, grinding their hips together. Trieze growled loudly, falling back to the bed with Wufei in his arms.

"Sorry…Trieze…"

The ex-colonel only began to kiss down the younger man's body, stopping at his chest to tease the already hard nipples. "It was my mistake not keeping a secret better, my darling. But I want you…" He moved to the other nipple, biting gently. The melodious sounds from Wufei were going straight to his already hard cock. "…to know that I would otherwise be transparent in my intentions. I love you, and would never want to cause you a moment's hurt. I accept your apology, and I'm off to my meeting with the publisher—right after I prove that I love you."

Trieze arrived at the erection between Wufei's legs. The organ was hard and weeping liquid pleasure from the tip. He licked gently at the cockhead, tasting his dragon's seed and drinking in the moans. He wanted more. Pinning the boy's hips down with one hand, he took his cock in his other hand and licked from tip to base. Wufei was whimpering, begging for more—he knew that the boy wasn't going to last. Trieze sucked gently as his tongue ran over the slit in his lover's cock, and then took him completely into his mouth—making sure to lightly scrape his teeth against his member.

Wufei's hands went to his hair, gripping his head as he pleasured the boy. His tongue slipped from his mouth to tease the underside of his cock, and that was all he needed. With a low scream, he came into Trieze's mouth—who swallowed the boy's passion greedily.

He licked his lips, watching as Wufei came down from the sexual high, whispering Trieze's name. He kissed his lover deeply, and Wufei responded, eager for more. But despite his protests, Trieze left for the meeting. It was a simple conference call from the office on the other side of the mansion—the only one that was outfitted to receive video messages—and Wufei had to stay behind. With a pout he watched his lover go, and then curled back up into the sheets.

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"No good sirs, thank YOU for taking such an interest in my life! Most people back then wanted to take it," Trieze joked to oversized flat-paneled monitor screen. From across the world his interviewers laughed back to him, as Trieze's was heard that far away too.

The three men had approached the ex-Colonel a year after the war ended, with an intense interest in telling Trieze's story. He smiled for the webcam as the picture faded, ending the conference call for the day. They didn't see his grin, that evil knowing grin that he was not straying from what had been officially released about him so far, and making up the rest. He sighed, knowing that if Une were here that he wouldn't have to leave his perfect dragon's side. But knowing that he preferred men to women was what had driven her away in the first place.

He stood from the office chair to cross the room and shut the cabinet doors that hid the massive screen into the wall. It felt good to stand, he thought, and not have to hide his raging erection. Subconsciously, his hand fell to trace the outline of his arousal through the jean material. A smirk covered his face—he had neglected undergarments, and the rough fabric felt wondrous against his bare skin.

Trieze impressed himself with how long he'd lasted apart from his lover. In the earliest days of their relationship, the only time spent out of bed was spent in bathtubs and rose gardens and countertops that Wufei would hold onto for dear life. He laughed quietly to himself as he remembered, feeling himself grow harder at the thoughts.

Oh, Dragon…

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