This is only the prologue to "Magic and the Dragon" (cheesy title, I know) so it's a bit shorter than I'm hoping the real chapters are going to be… I don't have a beta so if anyone is interested please please email me. The fic will be 5xRemus, with past 13x5 (as is obvious in the content of this prologue).

The original fic starts with a lemon, which is archived on gundam-wing-fanfiction . net but I took it off of this version for ff . net but I suggest you go read it there because of the lemon and because the formatting is better

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"speaking"

radio

Magic and the Dragon: Prologue

Before he had begun his career as a gundam pilot, Chang Wufei had considered himself something of a scholar on the subject of justice. He could rant and rave on the unethical treatment of Chinese colonists in AC 95, on the atrocities of the current earth alliance, on the unjust practices of the military force known as OZ.

But Wufei was also an authority on another facet of the human condition, an emotion that had been taking up more and more of his spare time.

Chang Wufei was becoming an expert on shame

Wufei could feel the heavy weight of guilt on his chest as he hid his gundam in some dense foliage and made his way towards the looming Oz stronghold to the east. Wufei was in full mission mode, his steps silent and his movements direct, there would be no mistakes.

This is 02 to 05… copy? The radio transmitter in Wufei's ear crackled,

This is 02 to 05, where are you man? Copy? Anything?

Keeping an eye out for OZ security guards, he pulled himself up onto a drainpipe and climbed, hand over hand, to the roof of the monstrous concrete building. Where he slipped through a convenient utility entrance. OZ almost always failed to put alarms on their less than obvious entryways, Wufei supposed that was why he could continue to sneak in time after time.

This is 04 to 05... We heard you had no mission assignment at this time. Do you copy?

There was a young soldier, infantry judging by the color of his uniform, loitering in the hallway just beyond Wufei's entry point, he was smoking and chattering on a cell phone.

"I told you I don't want to talk to him! I said I… Hi dad!"

/Idiot rookies! / Wufei thought, as he tucked himself up against the wall to wait out the boy's conversation.

It was quite a wait, but soon enough the young man ended his call and turned to the doorway, not noticing as Wufei slipped past him in the dim lighting.

It was easy from there for Wufei to find his way into the building's ventilation system. Wufei crawled through the cramped space quickly and efficiently, pausing every once in a while to refer to a blueprint. The last thing the young pilot wanted was to land in the officer's canteen.

This is 01. Where are you?

Wufei turned his communicator off.

Finally arriving at his destination (and double checking that it was the right place), Wufei carefully removed a downward facing panel of the vent and placed it beside him. He glanced into the room, checking for enemy soldiers, before allowing himself to drop onto the think carpet below.

Wufei felt another twinge of shame as he stowed his gear under the bed and seated himself in the stiff chair at the desk, turning himself to face the door.

/This is an injustice/ he told himself silently, /I have dishonored my allies and my clan… I should leave… I should…/

The door was abruptly thrown open and an elegant (if slightly harried) figure stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him and angrily throwing his long coat over the back of the couch at the other end of the room.

All the shame that had been tormenting Wufei before this man entered the room melted away, leaving a far more agonizing and power emotion in its' wake.

The man turned, finally noticing the gundam pilot seated at his desk. He smiled slowly, all tension falling away from his features, and Wufei found himself returning that smile as he rose from his chair.

"Treize"

"My Dragon." The general of OZ greeted softly, "I've been waiting for you."

Wufei pushed his thought of betrayal and dishonor away as he was embraced by his enemy. Their lips met, gently at first but quickly becoming more passionate.

Treize deftly maneuvered Wufei out of his standard issue flight suit, letting the single article of clothing fall to the floor. Wufei allowed himself to be laid on the bed, silk sheets caressing the backs of his legs.

The smell of roses drifted from the pillows and his lover's hands drifted over his hips. Wufei forgot shame in these moments, he forgot everything except for Treize's eyes, and Treize's lips, and Treize's breath.

"I love you." He whispered into the general's ears, "Wo ai ni."

Treize, for all his extravagant pet names and hedonism, never responded. He never did.

"I love you" Wufei said again, pressing against Treize and kissing his neck softly.

Treize merely smiled.

Thanks for reading!! this is just the start so please R&R!