Title: Precision Nirvana

Disclaimer: If I did indeed own the actual anime that these characters came from, I would be a much wealthier woman. As it is, I'm just a lowely author with a reallly nifty idea about how they should work together.

Warning: This story involves male on male situations. No, I'm not talkin the Terminator movies. There will also be some violent scenes in here. Don't read this to your kids. :P

Rating: R

Pairing: Well, there's a couple of them in here, and I'm hoping to add a few more in the future.

Heero's lips pressed together as he adjusted the trajectory of his ship, making slight adjustments for the storm that was blowing in off of the coast of Hong Kong. He'd managed to track the shuttle that Quatre and that brunette pistol had escaped in to the Paracel Islands just off of the coast of Vietnam. He pushed down the irritation that threatened to break through his control as he thought of the naked brunette.

For the first time in a long time, he'd felt something like lust. He licked his lips as he thought of all that beautiful hair cascading down the long, lean line of body. The slightly startled look in those amazing eyes had drawn his attention even more as they widened. Their exotic tilt had entranced him for a few precious seconds before he'd remembered what his mission had been.

The moment that the little brunette had launched himsself at Heero, he'd known that he was fighting someone with some experince at hand to hand. It had shocked him at first as he saw exactly how tough Quatre's accomplice had been. When they'd managed to get him uncosious and shackled it had been embarassing. A small part of his mind, though, had wondered what type of man would keep shackles in his bunk.

He wasn't going to make that same mistake again.

Carefully, he shifted his positon, scanning the area where the shuttle had gone down. He rose an eyebrow when he picked up a military code about two hundred kilometers from where he'd guessed the shuttle had gone down. As his fingers flew over the controls, he listened to the military signal. He knew that code. It was the personal code of Colonel Zechs Marquise, the Lightening Count himself.

That fool must have been in the region when Quatre had crash landed. Zechs'd probably stuck his big nose in where it hadn't belonged. He allowed himself one long, quiet sigh as he thought of all the trouble he was being put through for nothing more than one little blonde Arab who hadn't been able to diffirentiate between love and lust.

Tapping his fingers on the console, he spotted a large freight ship cuising off the shore of Dongdao Island. He studied his readout for a few seconds before he adjusted his course and dropped out of high atmosphere, mentally bracing himself for the battle that would insue when he tried to seperate Quatre from his accomplice. He'd ben lucky to find the ship before the Russians had. They had a major hard on for Quatre, and he didn't think that it was just because he'd gotten a different job.

As he spotted the small military transport on the hanger deck next to the ship that Quatre had run on, he checked the clip on his Springfield XD Tactical Speical 9mm. The weapon was sepciallized, a matte black with a 15 round clip. It made it a little heavier than the standard almost 880 gram weight, but it was worth it for the extra bullet.

He had a feeling that with the little blonde Arab and his brunette accomplice, he was going to need every bullet that he could get his hands on.

Duo scowled as he looked over at the blonde man. "Look, 'Michael', Colonel, Santa, whoever you are today, I'm not interested," he replied acidly, tapping his foot as he stared at the mask that the man was wearing over the top of his face. He had a sudden flash of what those eyes looked like without the mask.

With a repressed shiver, Duo remembered what they had looked like as they'd stared into his own while moving down his naked body. They had glowed with hunger, like they were now, but Duo wasn't going to fall for their tricks. He'd also seen them with a hint of insanity in them as he'd stared at them through the com link from the shuttle that he'd stolen off of the base.

That blonde man was more than a little sexy, but he was crazier than those guys who did the naked winter swimming. On top of being unstable, Zechs Marquise was a lying, manipulative bastard who was only after one thing. He'd been told no by Duo, and the brunette didn't think that went over very well with him.

The blonde Colonel sat back in his seat, looking Duo up and down as he held his gun steady. He knew the moment that he dropped the weapon even a fraction of an inch, he was going to be in a world of hurt. Giving the gorgeous brunette a smile, he crossed his legs and leaned back. "That's a real shame, Duo, because I'm the only one that can get you out of this mess that you've gotten yourself into. Without my support, you could go to jail for a very long time. I'd hate to think of what could happen to your beauty in such dire circumstances," he said, tilting his head to one side. His eyes were coldly assessing as he dared Duo to challenge his opinion.

Raising an eyebrow, Duo stared stonily at the blonde. "I'll have you know that I can get myself out of this 'mess' just fine on my own, thank you. Since I wasn't officially arrested, and you had no cause to take a law abiding citizen into custody, you can go blow yourself," he replied sweetly, a smile stretching his lips as he crossed his arms over his mostly naked chest.

With a soft sigh, Zechs uncrossed his legs and stood. "Then you leave me with no chioce. Duo Maxwell, citizen of L2, I'm placing you under arest for the assault of a military officer, evading arrest, and unlawful use of a rubber chicken," he said, a half smile curling his lips as he remembered that chicken. It had been one of the most original escapes in the history of the Alliance.

Quatre looked over at Duo, not faking the confused expression on his face. Duo had never told him about anything involving the military. No wonder the brunette had evaded the military like the plauge, even making them late on a few runs because he wouldn't cross military shipping lanes. "Rubber chicken?" he asked quietly, blinking his large cornflower blue eyes at his partner. He dropped his hands to his lower knees while the blonde was distracted, slowly moving his hands towards the tazer that Wufei kept under the console in front of the pilots chair.

If he could reach it while Duo argued with him, he could taze him and they could get the hell out of here in one piece.

Duo's sharp eyes never left the blonde, but he saw the small movement out of the corner of his eye. When he felt his frayed hair brushing his back, he licked his lips. Normally, no one except Quatre saw him with his hair down. Zechs certainly hadn't ever seen the mass of chestnut free of it's confines, but Duo would make the sacrifice if it meant keeping the blonde focused on him and not on his black haired accomplice.

He carefully unraveled the frayed length of hair. "Yup. I remember that rubber chicken," he said with a miscevious grin. He shook the long length of slightly tangled hair out as he watched Quatre's left hand slip down under the console. He stretched out, looking over at Zechs through his thick lashes as he combed his fingers through it. "It served that guy right. He shouldn't have been making fun of me."

Zechs watched Duo's hair with more than a hint of longing as he moved the gun towards Quatre without ever taking his eyes off of Duo. "Take your hand away from whatever weapon that's down there, or you and I are going to have a rather egregious discussion," he said calmly, giving Duo a half smile .

Scowling, the now black haired Arab moved his hands back into his lap. He twitched an eyebrow in Zechs' direction, silently asking Duo if he wanted to tag team him. He was sure that between the two of them, they could take down the blonde man. It was just one man, after all.

Duo shook his head at Quatre's quirked eyebrow. Trying to sneak up on Zechs had never been an option. Neither had overpowering him. During his capture, Duo had seen Zechs at weapons practice one morning. The blonde had taken on five fully grown men and had wiped the floor with them in less than thirty seconds. He was more than competant, and Duo didn't want to risk his partner in a fool attempt at escape. Zechs would pull the trigger on Quatre and never look back.

He finished braiding his hair and quickly tied it off. He crossed his arms over his chest, the black tank top fitting closely to the lean lines of his body as he rested his shoulders against the closed hatch to the shuttle. "Look, buddy, I don't care what you think you're arresting me for. It's not like you can keep me anyways. You didn't have any reason to arrest me last time," he said, raising one eyebrow in challenge.

With a sultry smile, Zechs stood up and slid up to the brunette, reaching up and cupping Duo's cheek in his warm, strong hand. He kept his gun hand behind him, away from Duo's long, limber body. Slowly, he moverd towards Duo until the pilot was forced to flatten himself against the door, trapping him between the wall of his chest and the wall of the shuttle. "If you'd just surrender to me, we wouldn't have these problems in our lives, Duo," he whispered, leaning down and kissing the corner of Duo's mouth.

Just as his lips met the taller man's and he felt his hormones start to zing alive, the door to the shuttle popped open. He gave a sqeak as he landed flat on his back against the metal decking of the large ship, blinking as he looked up into a familiar pair of cobalt eyes. The tall dark brunette from the shower clicked the safety off of his gun and held it steady on Zechs' head.

"Hi," he said, breathlessly as he lay very still.

The dark brunette boy's lips twitched down into a scowl as he stared the blonde man in the doorway down. He cocked the pistol in his hands, pulling back on the slide to chamber a round. "Where's the other one?" he asked Duo, his voice very quiet and strong.

The braided pilot bit his lip as he looked up at Zech's stunned expression. He didn't know who to trust, the devil he knew, or the one that he didn't. "He's in the shuttle," he said quietly, laying very still as he watched Heero's very steady gun hand. Violet eyes darted up to stare into Zechs' brilliant blue ones, and he swallowed as he saw the frustration and anger written across the tall blonde's face. Zechs had been chasing him for months now, and there was no way Duo was going to put himself back into that man's clutches.

"I can get him out if you'll watch this guy," he said, licking his lips at the calculating light that suddenly appeared in the blonde's eyes. He didn't like that look. Not one bit.

"Sir, this boy is under arrest for the assault of some of my soldiers. If you let me have him, I'll let you and the other one leave peacefully. I have no quarrel with that one," Zechs said, letting his empty hands rest at his side.

"No!" came the muffled shout from inside the cabin before Zechs' saftey clicked off.

"It's your choice," the blonde said, smiling as he stared the dark brunette man down.

Heero gave Zechs a flat look as he kept the black pistol trained on his head. His pistol never wavered as he stared the blonde man down. "Deal," he said quietly, stepping back and raising his firearm to point it upward. "Send the boy out."

With a triumphant smile, Zechs looked over his shoulder at the Arab. "You heard the man. Out," he said, stepping to the side to let Quatre past him.

The little Arab looked down at Duo, heartbreak written all over his delicate features. "Heero, please," he whispered, looking over at the dark haired man. "Please don't leave him here."

Raising an eyebrow, Zechs watched the black haired boy scuttle across the deck to the brunette man. His blue eyes focused in on the pair.

With a quick flick of his eyes, Heero glanced over at the blonde before he looked back to the blonde. "I was only sent here for one person, and that person is you," he replied, wrapping his hand around Quatre's bicep and dragging him towards the small, sleek ship on the other side of the flight deck.

Duo pursed his lips as he looked back at Zechs. "Hi," he said, pursing his lips and backing away from the blonde slowly.

With a slightly wolfish smile, Zechs stalked after Duo. "Hi," he replied, tapping the barrel of his gun against his leg.

Horray! I know it's a shorter chapter, but here it is! Number 6 is done. For all of the people who reviewed on the last one, if you PM me your email addy, I'll be able to send you that short story. It's all ready to go! Lemmie know what you think about this latest one!