Title: The Perfect Plan
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: my site, ff.net, foreverfandom.net, Le Ciel Place, Ventilation Shaft, wufeiduo.net, and Jadeduo's site; anywhere else, please ask.
Category: AU, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 13x6, 2x5, and the others are a surprise! Like I would tell you this early!
Warnings: Shonen ai, AU, cross-dressing, OOC, language, angst, slight gore, primitive sacrifice

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I do own my computer. I don't make money from writing this, only the pleasure of having this written and enjoyed by my readers. Suing would be pointless; for all that my wallet holds is receipts for all the manga and anime that I buy.

Author's Notes: Is it time for chapter four so soon? WOW! I mean, I know that I have a pretty good turnout rate, but this is a bit scary for me. I'm amazed at the speed that I am able to get these chapters written and done with. I want to thank Rainy, Bagelbunion, Allie-cat, and Crivassan for all their wonderful support as I work on this. Oh, and last, but certainly not least, the infamous Mo-chan, who I do so happen to love! beams and hugglz everyone Yay for me to have you all behind me! ##

Dedication: Another chapter dedicated to my dearest Bagelbunion! She has been so awesome with her feedback as I work on this. I was terribly afraid that it was a bad idea, but she's been pushing me to see what's next. This one's for you, darlin'!

Chapter Four: Wedding Night Jitters (Part 2)

Treize and Zechs walked into their room, falling into the nearest chairs they could find when they were finally alone. After Wufei and Duo had left the banquet hall, all the guests were escorted to their rooms by the multitude of guards that seemed to be better trained than any other soldiers the general and his lieutenant had every seen, even the infamous Heero Yuy. Slowly, Treize let his blue eyes roam around the room, leaving the platinum blond man in front of him for last.

He languidly devoured every detail about the other man. The way his short mantle rode up as he sat, showing more creamy thigh than before, the way his blond hair fell around him, framing his beautiful face, the way his ice- blue eyes were closed and his pouty mouth was slightly open, making him seem as if he were enjoying the afterglow, all these things made the OZ general feel a familiar stirring in his groin. Despite his better sense, Treize found himself walking over to his lover, covering Zechs' mouth with his own in a hungry kiss.

Zechs was shocked at first, for he had been trying to take in all that had happened in the extremely bizarre day that had passed, but as soon and Treize kissed him, he responded in kind. He pulled the taller man over the top of him, yanking the gold band from his forehead, mussing Treize's perfectly coiffed hair. Treize pulled back, his eyes glazed over in lust, staring at his lover's kiss-bruised lips in satisfaction.

"To bed?" he inquired, moving to stand. He was stopped by Zechs' strong grasp upon his arm.

"Treize..." Zechs breathed, his voice an odd mixture of passion and melancholy.

"What is it?"

"Just... not tonight, love."

"Milliardo? Is there something wrong?" Treize asked, pulling another chair next to the blond's and holding his hand.

"You mean besides the obvious? Not really... Except, I wonder how Relena is holding up through all of this."

Treize snorted. Zechs had always worried over his sister, whether it was needed or not, but the ginger-haired man knew that the girl was made of sterner stuff than the blond gave her credit for, and said so. "You know, your sister is a lot stronger than anyone credits her with. I think she will be fine. Besides, she has Quatre to keep her company."

"But that's just it," Zechs said, sitting up straight in his chair and looking over at the older man. "She's here, with us, and Heero and Trowa obviously have feelings for one another, even if they haven't admitted to such as yet, and she's not dumb. She's probably a wreck by now."

"Well, short of trying to search this maze of a palace for their room, there's nothing either of us can do tonight. You can talk to her in the morning, for I have a feeling that the others will want us all together. Now, let's go to bed." Zechs gave him a glare that caused the general to laugh. "Sleep. Only to sleep. I'm too tired to do anything now." He stood from his chair and walked through the apartment to the sleeping chamber.

Sighing, Zechs slowly stood and followed his lover into the other room, hoping that he was serious about just sleeping.

The two silent pilots entered their new room behind the guard, whom gave them an approving nod before leaving and having the door shut behind him. Heero automatically checked to see if there was a way to open it. He was only able to crack the heavy barrier before the guards outside ran over to see if anything was wrong. Trowa quickly came over and allayed their fears, saying that everything was fine. The guards nodded in understanding before shutting the door behind them, once more leaving the two teens alone.

Trowa began an inspection of their new chambers, casting an appreciative look over at his companion every few minutes. When he turned around to continue his information gathering, he could feel Heero's intense eyes upon him. Hiding a smile behind his expressionless mask, Trowa entered the bathing room and found things in a similar state as the other room they had been in early that day, only this apartment wasn't quite as extravagant.

"How long has it been, Trowa?" Heero said, his slightly nasally voice sending shivers up the spine of the Heavyarms pilot.

"Since what, Heero?" Trowa responded, turning around to lift a perfect medium brown eyebrow at his friend.

"The last time."

"Two months, three weeks, four days, ten hours, and twenty-seven seconds. Twenty-eight now. Twenty-nine." He was cut off from his counting by the press of hard, unyielding lips and strong arms pinning his own to his side. Trowa relented to the kiss, and it soon became something almost sensual for both boys. When they broke apart, they were nearly gulping air into their lungs.

"I didn't know you were jealous," Heero replied.

"I'm not."

"You hit her awfully hard."

"I learned from someone especially skilled in that area. I knew she was only unconscious. Besides, you asked."

Heero snorted in response. "Duo is probably dead by now." It was Trowa's turn to snort. "Or, Wufei's blood pressure has finally gotten the better of him." That caused the Heavyarms pilot to laugh, holding his sides as the action became painful, but still unable to stop. When he was finished, he looked up to find cobalt-blue eyes piercing him to the ground where he stood. "You look... edible."

"We just came from a banquet, Heero," Trowa deadpanned, feeling a very familiar stirring in his nether region at the wolfish look he was receiving. "Ah."

That was all he was able to say before he was practically jumped, stripped and dragged into the other room. There would be time for talk later.

Duo broke away from the kiss, his surprise evident as he tried to backpedal away from Wufei. A hand reached up to his lips, touching the sensitive flesh as he felt his face flush. "...'Fei... What... How... Why?"

"What do you mean..." Wufei started, the colour draining from his face before his anger hit him. "Forget it." He turned on his heel, stomping through the rest of the suite until he reached the bathing room, and slammed the thin door behind him.

"Wu," Duo said through the door, trying to reach the boy on the other side.

"Go away, Maxwell," Wufei snarled.

"But... Wufei..."

"I said go away, or else, you may find yourself missing something vital!"

Instinctively moving his hands to protect his precious family jewels, Duo knew that he had fucked up royally. One part of him screamed to ignore the threat, go into that bathroom, confront his new wife, and kiss the holy living shit out of Wufei. Then the other, more rational side of him told him that as soon as he opened that door, he was a dead man, and it would probably be a smarter thing if he just left Wufei alone, until the morning that is. So, choosing to stay alive, Duo found the most comfortable chair in the front room, stripped down to his loincloth, and curled up to sleep for the night.

The Chinese boy, on the other hand, was not doing so well. He had kissed one of his closest friends, and now, he had been rejected. He felt... like if the ground just decided to open up and swallow him, he wouldn't mind it at all. He had dishonoured his friendship with the braided boy, tainted their relationship, and made an ass of himself. In truth, he felt like crying.

Instead of giving into the rather weak emotion, he stripped himself of his bloodied garments, and slipped into the warm bath that had been prepared, sitting on the brick seat that ringed the edge of the basin. Letting the day's events die as the hot water rolled over his skin, Wufei totally forgot the need for crying and soon, he was lulled into a light sleep.

He awoke, many hours later, from the sensation of the water being freezing cold and a cool, unwelcome breeze floating in from the open windows. Carefully, Wufei pulled himself out of the tub, and searched the room for a towel. He found a large sheet of cloth that was the closest thing he was going to get as a towel in one of the baskets in the far left hand corner of the room, wrapped it around his slim hips, and then went to go face Duo in the bedroom.

The American was nowhere to be found in the room, and so Wufei trudged over to the closet, ripped open the door, snatched a loincloth and a blouse from the alcove, dressed, and went to go look for the other boy. He, of course, found him in the other room, clothed in next to nothing, the moonlight pouring from the window and illuminating the sleeper's form. Wufei's attention was drawn to the creamy thighs, the long, beautiful hair as it gracefully swept the floor beside the overstuffed chair, and the look of pain upon his tear-streaked face.

Guilt and self-recrimination hit Wufei so hard that he felt like his knees were about to give out. Carefully, he approached the sleeping form, trying his best not to wake the other teen up. He could see Duo's eyelids fluttering madly, signifying that he was dreaming, but the look upon his otherwise lovely face told that it was not a pleasant dream at all. Sighing, Wufei found an animal pelt that was lazily tossed across one of the chairs in the room, and he carefully placed it over Duo before going into the other room to sleep in the rather large bed.