Title: I HATE WOEBI!!!!!!

Pairings: 1x2 3x4

Summary: A mission sends the four preventors agents to a Bible Institute on Earth. How will our boys survive the rules and keep their sanity? (It's quite better than that. I just suck at summaries)

Warning: YAOI. Possible sacrilegious material. Possible Lemon in later chapters. I haven't decided yet. Don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. If I did I would tell you.

Random things: So I know some of the stuff probably doesn't make sense. Like I don't know what the L colonies are like so I just pick a random number. 4 is the one I'm using in later chapters. Soooo yeah.

Duo stared at the missions' overview. Mouth agape, eyes wide in disbelief. There was no way this was an actual mission. How could it be? It was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard of. "We have to go where?!" He managed out.

"The United Word of Eternity Bible Institute, on Earth." Commander Une sat at the end of the long conference table, accompanied with Sally.

"And for how long?"

"As long as it takes." She sat forward in her seat. "This is of high priority. We need you to find Lazzaer Zaff's son. He is said to be attending this," she paused to roll her eyes. "this Institute as a cover."By the tone of her voice you could tell she thought the 'school' to be a joke.

"What a wonderful cover. Terrorists for Jesus." Quatre quipped laying his folder back onto the table.

Trowa frowned. "Wouldn't be the first time that happened."

"He isn't associated with the religion, he is hiding. It's a different situation. We need to find him and figure out what he is doing."

"If we had a picture it wouldn't be a problem." Heero looked over at Duo who had such a mix of expressions running across his face he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Therein lays the problem. Story is he hired an old school plastic surgeon and there is no record or report of the surgery. So we have no idea of what he looks like anymore. We have absolutely nothing to go by except a wire tap we have on Zaff's phone."

Duo was still staring down at the piece of paper in his hands. "We leave when?"

"Tomorrow. I need you at the shuttle by eleven o'clock. The Institutes hand book must be read before you arrive. Quatre and Duo will be in the same dorm, Trowa and Heero you will be sharing a room in a different dorm."

Quatre opened his mouth to protest but she kept talking.

"There is to be no discussion of this. I know this may cause some personal discomforts and I apologize for that. One of their beliefs is homosexuality is a sin. You need to appear as though you are all of the straight persuasion. However Quatre, Trowa, you may keep your rings on."

"Thank you."Quatre relieved a sigh.

"There will be nothing further. Be at the shuttle at eleven o'clock.

"Yes ma'am." Three voices replied.

"Mr. Maxwell?"

"Yes ma'am." He said, disapproval in his voice.

"Thank you, you are dismissed."

The four of them stood and were almost to the door. "Oh, and boys?" They turned to face her. "Don't drink the cool aid."

BAMN! Duo kicked in the door to their apartment and stormed inside. Heero followed finding his chestnut haired companion in their bedroom packing like a mad man. "I didn't know you were so excited to get there."

"I'm not." He growled. "I'm pissed as all hell! Forcing us to go there and not even having the decency to pair of off correctly! Screw their rules! It's not like we fck in public or anything, this is so ridiculous!"

"What's wrong with Quatre?"

"Nothing. I just don't want to have sex with Quatre." Duo continued speed packing, making great progress and Heero sat and read the rules to him. With each rule Heero could feel Duos anger rising, until he made it to the end and looked up finding everything they would be taking with them packed.

"What time do we have to be at the shuttle?" Duo asked his voice sounding slightly husky.

"Eleven o'clock. Why?" Heero quickly found himself pinned down to the bed.

"We have less than ten hours to have as much sex as humanly possible before we get shipped off the that awful place."

Heero smirked rolling Duo under him, and Duo gasped when Heero's cold hand disappeared beneath his pants, giving him a gentle grab. "Mission accepted."

Quatre thanked Allah he had servants. As soon as they left the building he placed a call and all their things were packed before they were home. He wished however that they had taken the limo instead of the motorcycle. He couldn't feel Trowa at all through his jacket and leather pants. And he tried hard. As soon as they parked and the bike was dismounted Quatre jumped right onto Trowa. "I can't believe this stupid mission! What do they expect us to do? Be celibate until it's over? I'm going to die!" He undid the jacket the taller boy was wearing and dis-guarded as they made their way to the bedroom. Between the garage and the bedroom Trowa was topless and Quatre was breathing erratically.

Trowa dropped him onto the bed. Quatre was about to take off his clothes when Trowa pushed his arms down to the bed. Quatres erection was painfully pushing up against his pants. Trowa ran his fingers teasingly over the fabric then put his mouth to it.

Quatre gasped feeling the warmth through his preventors' slacks.

Trowa smiled.

It was going to be a long night.

So how was it?