Notes: This is it, guys, the official end of Saving Shinigami, my first ever fanfic. It's kinda scary that I won't be writing this anymore, but with luck the sequel will keep me just as busy and just as happy. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed and everyone who read but didn't review. I'm glad you enjoyed this fic as much as I did.
Epilogue
The sunlight was bright and warm, fluffy white clouds dotting the clear blue sky. The grass was soft and lush beneath us, caressing our skin with each shift of our bodies. Duo was tracing patterns on my bare stomach with a finger, raising goosebumps and sending little shivers down my spine.
"You have a nice stomach," Duo announced seriously out of nowhere and I smiled, not opening my eyes.
"Thank you. You have a nice stomach, too."
"And what about me?" Wufei asked in mock hurt.
I heard the grin in Duo's voice as he said, "Sorry, Fei. You have a nice stomach, too."
"You just love me for my body."
"Well, yeah. And now that you mention it...."
The finger disappeared from my stomach and I felt the weight pressing against my side shift.
"Duo, are you never satisfied?" There was a slight breathlessness to Wufei's voice and I wondered what Duo was doing. I thought about opening my eyes to find out, but couldn't be bothered.
"Look who's talking, Mister Three Times in One Hour."
"You refused to get dressed, who was I to refuse such an open invitation? Mmm, oh yes!"
"All my clothes were in the wash!"
"Not all of-not all of them."
"No, some of them were sticky with bodily fluids."
"That's not our fault. Oh, nngg."
"Yes it is, you jumped me as soon as I stepped in the door!"
"We were... bored."
"You two bicker like an old married couple," I stated, and felt two pairs of eyes look at me with annoyance.
"Compared to the fights you and Fei get into, this is hardly worth mentioning," Duo replied archly, and I grinned, a pleasant heat flooding my body at the memory of what those 'fights' always ended up as.
"Are you going to join us or just lay there?"
I stretched lazily, and muttered, "Haven't decided yet."
"Maybe you need a bit of convincing."
The predatory tone to Wufei's voice, and the wicked smirk I knew went with it, made my blood sing. I held my breath as two pairs of hands started roaming over my body, pushing clothing out of the way to reveal the skin hidden beneath. I bit my lip as someone unbuttoned my jeans and ran a finger inside the waistband of my boxers.
"Guys, mission!"
Quatre's cheerful voice shattered the peaceful scene and I sighed, finally opening my eyes to look at my lovers. They looked as disappointed and resigned as I felt.
"Who for?" Duo asked.
"All of us!"
"Shit."
"Continue this later?" I suggested, and Duo smirked.
"Bet your ass we will. And I call seme!"
I rolled my eyes and zipped up my jeans, standing up and letting my tee shirt fall back into place. I offered Duo a hand up, and held onto it as we walked back towards the safe house.
A small cloud, perfect white lined with dark grey, passed in front of the sun and a shadow fell across us, a chill chasing over our skin. We paused and looked up, waiting for the shadow to pass and the warmth to return. It did.
I smiled at Duo, kissing his cheek quickly, and he grinned in return.
"Race you to the laptop!" he shouted, and sprinted back to the house. Wufei muttered a half-hearted curse and chased after him. I followed at a more sedate pace, not bothered about losing the race. The mission would still be there when I did reach my laptop, waiting my approval and acceptance.
But it wouldn't always be that way. Soon, the war would end, peace would arrive, and the missions would stop. And when that day came, I would smile and hold my lovers close.
What would we do in the peace we created? What place was there for three battered, scarred and weary ex-Gundam pilots? Where could the Perfect Soldier, God of Death, and Solitary Dragon find contentment?
Honestly, I didn't know. But I did know that we would find that place together. Each of us had been alone for so long, our duty and our pasts isolating us from everyone, even our closest friends, the people we trusted most.
But we weren't alone anymore. And we never would be again
Epilogue
The sunlight was bright and warm, fluffy white clouds dotting the clear blue sky. The grass was soft and lush beneath us, caressing our skin with each shift of our bodies. Duo was tracing patterns on my bare stomach with a finger, raising goosebumps and sending little shivers down my spine.
"You have a nice stomach," Duo announced seriously out of nowhere and I smiled, not opening my eyes.
"Thank you. You have a nice stomach, too."
"And what about me?" Wufei asked in mock hurt.
I heard the grin in Duo's voice as he said, "Sorry, Fei. You have a nice stomach, too."
"You just love me for my body."
"Well, yeah. And now that you mention it...."
The finger disappeared from my stomach and I felt the weight pressing against my side shift.
"Duo, are you never satisfied?" There was a slight breathlessness to Wufei's voice and I wondered what Duo was doing. I thought about opening my eyes to find out, but couldn't be bothered.
"Look who's talking, Mister Three Times in One Hour."
"You refused to get dressed, who was I to refuse such an open invitation? Mmm, oh yes!"
"All my clothes were in the wash!"
"Not all of-not all of them."
"No, some of them were sticky with bodily fluids."
"That's not our fault. Oh, nngg."
"Yes it is, you jumped me as soon as I stepped in the door!"
"We were... bored."
"You two bicker like an old married couple," I stated, and felt two pairs of eyes look at me with annoyance.
"Compared to the fights you and Fei get into, this is hardly worth mentioning," Duo replied archly, and I grinned, a pleasant heat flooding my body at the memory of what those 'fights' always ended up as.
"Are you going to join us or just lay there?"
I stretched lazily, and muttered, "Haven't decided yet."
"Maybe you need a bit of convincing."
The predatory tone to Wufei's voice, and the wicked smirk I knew went with it, made my blood sing. I held my breath as two pairs of hands started roaming over my body, pushing clothing out of the way to reveal the skin hidden beneath. I bit my lip as someone unbuttoned my jeans and ran a finger inside the waistband of my boxers.
"Guys, mission!"
Quatre's cheerful voice shattered the peaceful scene and I sighed, finally opening my eyes to look at my lovers. They looked as disappointed and resigned as I felt.
"Who for?" Duo asked.
"All of us!"
"Shit."
"Continue this later?" I suggested, and Duo smirked.
"Bet your ass we will. And I call seme!"
I rolled my eyes and zipped up my jeans, standing up and letting my tee shirt fall back into place. I offered Duo a hand up, and held onto it as we walked back towards the safe house.
A small cloud, perfect white lined with dark grey, passed in front of the sun and a shadow fell across us, a chill chasing over our skin. We paused and looked up, waiting for the shadow to pass and the warmth to return. It did.
I smiled at Duo, kissing his cheek quickly, and he grinned in return.
"Race you to the laptop!" he shouted, and sprinted back to the house. Wufei muttered a half-hearted curse and chased after him. I followed at a more sedate pace, not bothered about losing the race. The mission would still be there when I did reach my laptop, waiting my approval and acceptance.
But it wouldn't always be that way. Soon, the war would end, peace would arrive, and the missions would stop. And when that day came, I would smile and hold my lovers close.
What would we do in the peace we created? What place was there for three battered, scarred and weary ex-Gundam pilots? Where could the Perfect Soldier, God of Death, and Solitary Dragon find contentment?
Honestly, I didn't know. But I did know that we would find that place together. Each of us had been alone for so long, our duty and our pasts isolating us from everyone, even our closest friends, the people we trusted most.
But we weren't alone anymore. And we never would be again