Title: The Broken Flowerpot Part 1
Rating: R
Pairings: 2x5x2, 12
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi, Lemon
Spoilers: Yeah, kinda, some of the very last episodes
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them...but I don't. So I borrow them, use them, and put them back on the shelf where I got them. And for those of you who wish to sue me in hopes to gain money, you will be sadly disappointed to find that I don't have any!
Author's Notes: "The Broken Flowerpot" is the first installment of a trilogy, of sorts. I will be breaking this down in several bite-size portions for easier reading!

It was mild outside, the perfect temperature for t-shirts and pants. The sky was painted in warm tones of gold, pink, and the darkening blue that signaled the days' end for most people. Within that blue was the beginning sparkles of the nighttime stars, and there was the occasional blink of a plane, or a colony.

It was this night that found Duo Maxwell and Chang Wufei outside, looking fondly at a weather-beaten, but still immaculately cared for headstone. Wufei held a handful of fresh picked flowers, a melancholy look on his face as he read the tiny inscriptions carved into the stone. Duo stood behind him, his body pressed closely to his, and his arms wrapped around the Chinese man's chest. Duo's head rested lightly on Wufei's shoulder, and they shared a rare quiet moment.

Wufei bent down, Duo releasing his body, and placed the flowers against the headstone. "Goodnight, Treize. Rest well." Wufei stroked his fingertips lightly over the name and kissed the top of the stone before turning to Duo and smiling gently. "Let's go home, Duo."

Duo took Wufei's hand, and they walked back to their parked car in companionable silence, Duo understanding Wufei's need for this quiet moment and Wufei loving his braided American all the more for it. Duo climbed in the driver's seat of their two-door sports car, and Wufei climbed in the passenger side. They both buckled their seatbelts, and they headed in the direction of their home.

After a few moments, Duo spoke up. "I noticed that on the grave marker next to Treize's there was a flowerpot."

"Yeah, I saw it, too. I don't think it was broken last time, though." Duo shook his head.

"Next time we go I'll get the Grave Shift guy to check it out." Wufei nodded, and he stared out the window at the beautiful sunset just beyond the hills. He sighed quietly, and Duo glanced at him. "Are you okay?" Wufei nodded, but Duo didn't believe him, and after a few minutes, Wufei sighed in resignation.

"I can't believe it has been five years since I fought him...since I killed him." Duo took his hand off the shifter and touched Wufei's shoulder lightly. Wufei smiled at the touch tenderly, and he put his hand over it. "I know he wanted me to be the one to deliver the blow, but I can't help but feel as if a part of me died that day, too." Duo pulled his hand away to shift into the lower gears as he pulled into the parking lot of their apartment building.

After putting the vehicle in park and turning off the motor, Duo reached over and hugged Wufei, his arms coming around the slender man and holding him close. Wufei slowly reached his own hands around Duo's broader chest, and they stayed like that for a few moments.

"I love you, Wufei. I will always love you." Duo whispered, breathing deeply. Wufei felt tears in his eyes, tears that had refused to fall for such a long time. It was the anniversary of Treize's death, and five years had passed as if in the blink of an eye. They were all now 20 years old, and life seemed to be excellent.

Duo slowly released Wufei and climbed out of the car. Wufei followed, and they walked hand-in-hand up the two flights of stairs to their apartment. Once inside, they got out of their light jackets and took off their shoes by the door. Apparently some of Heero's habits had rubbed off on them during the war. Then they made their way to the kitchen where Wufei had prepared pasta salad for a light snack before bed.

As they ate, they talked of simple things, like the book Wufei was reading or the new motorcycle Duo wanted. The conversation was kept light, erasing the silence but not focusing on the melancholy subject of Treize's death and the part Wufei played in it. Duo knew it was not Wufei's fault, that Treize was destined to die that day in the battle that he had started. But there was no telling Wufei that.

There were times when Duo wanted to walk away, leave Wufei alone to wallow in his misery. Wufei didn't understand how hard it was to compete with a ghost. But Wufei always made sure Duo didn't feel left out after the day was done. They didn't always make love, but they were special moments between them that Duo wouldn't exchange for the world. And tonight would be one of those nights.

After cleaning up the minimal dishes and covering the remainder of the pasta salad and putting it in the refrigerator, Wufei grabbed Duo by the waist and pulled their bodies together. He grabbed Duo's mouth in his own and kissed him deeply, passionately. Duo's arms circled Wufei's neck, and Wufei held onto Duo's waist.

"Let's go to bed." Wufei said suggestively, his voice husky. Duo raised an eyebrow and placed another kiss on the Chinese man's mouth.

"Are you tired?" Duo kissed him again, and Wufei smiled against Duo's lips.

"No, not really." Wufei's voice held a tint of laughter, and they both made their way to the bedroom.

Once inside the room, Duo picked Wufei up and placed him slowly on the thick comforter on the bed. Then Duo walked to the other side, doing a slow and sensuous strip-tease until he was completely divested of clothes. Wufei watched every move, every shift that Duo made. He was like silk, his skin soft and body pliable. He ached to touch him, to feel him. But he was still so far away, he wasn't even on the bed! Wufei whimpered quietly, and Duo flashed his trademark grin.

"Do you want me, Wufei?" Duo asked, running his tongue over his lips. Wufei nodded, starting to take off his own shirt. Duo chuckled, and crawled on the bed and started to help Wufei undress. It took only a few minutes, but to Wufei, it felt like forever. Then, after all of his clothes were strewn somewhere across the room, he felt Duo move his body over his, and their erections ground against each other as Duo took Wufei's lips again.

On instinct, Wufei spread his legs wide, letting Duo settle himself more comfortably. Duo reached across to the nightstand by the bed and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. He opened the bottle, and spread a good amount on two of his digits before stroking them at Wufei's puckered entrance. Wufei groaned deep in his throat, and Duo used a slight pressure to press into Wufei's body.

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Sorry, folks, this part has been removed due to the intense nature of the material. For those who want to read it, it is also posted at www.adultfanfiction.net under the penname SilentOne.

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Then they lied there, still joined and intimately embraced. Wufei's hand stroked Duo's hair, which had become loose in their love-making, and Duo suckled on Wufei's chest, leaving a mark that proved his love for the ex-Gundam pilot.

Duo pulled out slowly, kissing his way down and cleaning what release he couldn't reach before. Then he pulled Wufei into his arms, and the slowly drifted off to sleep, Wufei's back pressed against Duo's chest and Duo's arm encircled around Wufei body, their legs tangled with each other.
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Ring Ring

"Huh?" Duo opened sleep-groggy eyes, closing them instantly when the sun made itself clearly known through the bedroom window,

Ring Ring

"Duo...hmph...Get the phone!" Wufei whined, his head under a pillow to dull the sound of the telephone. Duo punched him lightly and tumbled out of bed, pulling on a robe just as he turned on the vidscreen.

"Good morning, Sally. Please tell me you have a good reason for calling this early in the..." Duo looked at the clock, then at Sally, who just happened to be smirking. "Okay, so it is 12:45. Can I help you with something?" Sally chuckled, but then her face turned grim.

"I'm sorry to bother you Duo, but I will have to steal Wufei from you today. We have a call for an important mission that Une wants him to look over." Duo yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"And it couldn't wait until he came in the office tomorrow?" Sally shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, Duo." Duo didn't blame her, she was just the messenger.

"Wait. Une wants him to look over the mission or go on the mission?" Sally shifted uncomfortably in the screen.

"Une wants him to go to Lake Victoria. There have been rumors of an uprising there, and Wufei is the best we have." Duo pouted, and Sally gave him a sympathetic smile. "He'll only be gone five days!" She said, her voice hopeful. Duo's head just drooped.

"Okay, I'll tell him. What time does he need to be down there?"

"He needs to be at Headquarters by 1700. After that, he'll catch a plane for Lake Victoria and he'll be back by Saturday, I promise." Duo smiled at her, although it was more of a depressing smile. Duo cut the video link, and stared at the blank screen.

Unknown to him, Sally was doing the same thing, wishing she didn't have to call them at all. They were always so happy, and she hated hurting Duo by telling Wufei that he was going to some far away region for a week or more just because Une or some higher power decided it would be fun to check out what was going on in the world. One day she would tell Une to go check it herself, but until that day came, she was prepared to have to call Wufei at any time of the day. 'Except in early morning.' She thought to herself, remembering the first, and last time she did that. Wufei was ready to kill her and Duo looked like he would become Shinigami right there and destroy whatever came in his path.

Sally chuckled quietly at the memory, and she made her way back to Une's office. She didn't see the lonely figure standing in the shadows of an empty room. She didn't realize that her entire conversation had been recorded by someone other than the security cameras. She couldn't possibly predict the outcome that this would have in the future.