Okay...Okay...I know It's been awhile but i had a big mental breakdown a friend of mine had a falling out with her mom and got kicked out of her house, then I went to my brother's and didn't have the documents to write a new chapter for this...so I wrote this.. and i think it's crap...sorry for giving you all crappy reading material...you know..you don't have to read it if you don't want to..it's probably crappy.

Warnings: Hints of Smex...actually they tell you basically that they've just done it...and Laundomat Bathroom Sex...

Sunlight streamed in the window and a bronze body was lying half naked upon the bed. Raven hair was sticking up in different directions. He had tossed and turned all night long, his dreams filled with a ginger haired man with crystal blue eyes. They were the most vivid dreams he'd ever had. Sitting up, Wufei half jumped out of bed, the worst thing in the world for him was waking up in his own wet-spot. Groaning he ripped the sheets of the bed and threw them towards the basket on the floor. He really didn't want to do laundry. He pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed his smokes. Going into the living room he lit up and flopped on the couch. He pulled smoke into his lungs and closed his eyes, un-bidden images of his dream came back. He almost coughed as he exhaled. He felt like he'd been well loved. His bum even hurt. He remembered then the night before, the weird stone that Gramps had given him. He'd left it on his side table by his bed. He put his cigarette in a jade ashtray and ran into his bedroom. The stone was glowing a dull red and was warm. He took it into the living room and picked his cigarette back up. He turned the stone over in his hand while taking drags on his cigarette. Once he thought he saw a flash of crystal blue eyes in the now fading to obsidian stone. He felt a warm whisper across his cheek.

"Wufei." He shivered and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Freaky." He put the stone in his jeans pocket and decided to go to the laundromat. Rooting around in his dresser drawers he found a clean tank top. So he grabbed his laundry and slipped on some flip flops. He never even remembered a hair-tie.

"Well, if that's just un-lucky." Treize sighed and clicked off his cordless phone. No company could come fix his washing machine. He'd just have to go to a laundromat. He had a creepy feeling that a obsidian stone and a old Chinese man had something to do with it. He had a compulsion to do his laundry. He had to do it, he was obsessed, this was not ordinary. So he got in his car, bypassed three different laundromats and finally stopped at one at the nicer end of Chinatown. He walked in and began washing his bedclothes and other laundry. Treize tried to read Wufei's latest book but he couldn't do it. Erotic images flooded his mind, which was exactly why he had to wash his bedclothes. His dreams were extremely unusual. When he awoke, he could still feel the warm of Wufei's skin next to his. He chewed on his bottom lip and picked up the book again, but his heart jumped as he heard the bell to the door. Looking up he found an angel. It was Wufei. How? That little Chinese man and his magic, that's how. He pulled the book up to hide his face and he watched Wufei walk around cursing in Chinese. It seemed as if he was washing his bedclothes too. So Treize watched him for as long as he could. But he disappeared into the 'Smoking Room' and the acrid scent of smoke came to his nostrils. He didn't understand how his dragon could stand to smoke. Finally waiting got the best of him, he had to see his dragon. Touch him, caress him, just like he had the night before, in his dreams. Standing he moved to the 'Smoking Room', Wufei was sitting there reading a Cosmopolitan magazine.

"Come here often?" He asked, his voice seductively low.

"Holy shit! Treize! What the hell?" He stood up and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Well, such colorful language my dragon has. I was going to call after I finished my laundry." Wufei rose his eyebrow.

"Don't you have a washing machine?" Wufei came to stand beside of him.

"Yes, I have one, but it was broken this morning and I had to wash my laundry, I just had to. So I started driving, I passed three laundromats and finally came here."

"Why?" Treize smiled and pulled the stone out of his pocket.

"This." Wufei cocked his head. Treize just noticed that his hair was down. Wufei's face scrunched up in thought and he grabbed the stone.

"Where'd you get this?"

"A little old man gave it to me, in a market over on the other side of Chinatown."

"Gramps." Wufei looked up at Treize. "Did it glow red and burn you?" Treize looked at him, how did he know. "I've got one too."

"Hmm, good luck with your lover?" Wufei smiled lightly and Treize couldn't resist. He pulled Wufei close and kissed him hard. "Oh Wufei." He murmured and nuzzled the side of Wufei's face. "I want you."

"I know, I want you too. It's odd, and somehow I think it's all Gramps' fault."

"Let's go in there." Treize nodded over to the bathroom and saw Wufei swallow.

"Treize, I don't think I can. I can't, it's weird."

"I'll lock the door. Oh Wufei, you haunted my dreams last night. I woke up this morning and I felt like I'd had you all night long."

"Me too." He was sorely tempted, Treize could tell. He pulled him towards the bathroom. "What about the laundry."

"It'll be fine. Come on, Wufei, I want you so bad I can taste it." Wufei looked at him, sheepishly and let himself be pulled toward the bathroom. He knew when the door locked, he'd have the best time of his life.

Quatre sighed and pulled himself up into the bed. Trowa was an animal, it had been sex every night. For hours, he didn't know how they pulled it off. "Trowa, jeez."

"I'm sorry Quatre, are you hurt?" He was always so tender though, that made Quatre happy.

"Oh Trowa, you're so wonderful. I want to keep you."

"Good, I want to keep you too. I will keep you Quatre, you're mine."

"You're so possessive, I love it. Kiss me! Dominate me!" Trowa kissed him, hard, bruising. "Oh yes!" Quatre groaned as Trowa sucked on his neck, then he giggled. "Hey, what do you think Wufei and Treize are doing? Treize called me yesterday to tell me that he and Wufei were having dinner."

"Hmm, knowing Wufei, probably smoking. I don't know Treize very well."

"No, I think they're doing this, I think they're having explosive sex, just like we have." Trowa smiled and let his hands roam down Quatre's body.

"What about Duo and Heero, what do you think they're doing." Trowa asked and Quatre rolled closer to him, snuggling up, as if he were going to sleep.

"The same. We're all very horny aren't we."

"Apparently." Trowa said dryly and Quatre kissed his chest. "Rest now, little one. You've got work tomorrow." But Quatre was already asleep.

Heero let out a guttural groan and collapsed onto Duo's chest. Duo had climaxed a few seconds before. Softly Heero kissed him. "Oh Duo, gods, whatever gods there are, I love you."

"I love you too Heero." Heero rolled to the side and pulled Duo into his arms.

"I know this is out of character Duo, but I'm an idiot. I wasted so much time with her. I don't ever want to leave you." Duo had noticed that Heero had become more childish as he'd begun to open up. Now if they were in public, he'd be back to the normal cold hard self, but here, at home, in bed, he was the lover Duo always knew he'd be.

"Oh Heero." They curled up, happily in the afternoon sun that flowed into their bedroom and slept.

She sat at a table at Magic Wash Laundromat, knitting. Her son, Mike had just gotten married and moved to Alaska with his bride. So she was making them matching sweaters. She'd noticed an odd noise coming from the bathroom. There were groans, male groans. Finally about ten minutes later there was a high screech and she smiled. Those kids and their sex, why she remembered when she and Sam had sex in public, well that was at a Swing club, but still it was about the same. She was in a daze as she finished her laundry and began to leave. But, before she left, she decided that she would inform the lovebirds in the bathroom that their washers had stopped. Politely she walked to the door to the men's restroom and knocked.

"Ummm, yes?" A male voice replied.

"Hello, I just wanted to tell you love birds that your washers are done.

"Thank you." another MALE voice replied. She bid them good day and left the laundromat. Kids just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Freakin' sucked right? Sorry...I'll try to do better next time. Umm If you could leave a review to tell me how much you hated it I'll try to fix it...kay? Okay...Adios...and creepy old lady huh?