Author's Note: Oh my gosh. I'm so embarrassed to be updating after years of abandoning this fic. I had to see it finished though and forgive me if you will; I was distracted by other things. Well here you are; an update. I hope you enjoy it. I give you fluff as an apology.

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The rest of yesterday had passed by without much trouble. Heero and Duo didn't even have to force the Chinese pilot to take his medicine. All in all things were going well, though Trowa seemed to be acting a bit weird.

He seemed to be avoiding pilots 01, 02, and 05. Duo wasn't sure but he seemed to almost blush every time he came across one of them. His own curiosity was getting the best of him, so he decided to see if Trowa was alright. He had already fed Wufei breakfast in bed and Heero was now watching over the sick Gundam pilot. He had plenty of time to check up on his tall friend.

With an extra spring in his step, Duo bounced his way into the living room where Trowa quietly sat.

"Hiya, Tro!", he chirped happily.

His greeting startled Trowa, who jumped out of the chair and faced him with a guilty look.

"I didn't mean to hear anything I swear!"

At Trowa's odd confession, Duo blinked up at the Heavyarms pilot a bit confused. What on earth was he talking about?

"Trowa, are you okay?", he asked in concern, "Didn't mean to hear what?"

"Nothing.", the green-eyed teen said with a nervous laugh, "I didn't hear anything."

With Trowa's nervous behavior making him suspicious, Duo stared up at him with a questioning frown. What was Trowa hiding? His mouth opened to question, but at that moment Quatre chose to walk in. Trowa took the opportunity to avoid what he deemed an embarrassing conversation.

"Oh look! It's Quatre!", he announced, quickly making his way over to his lover, "He and I have to. . . make. . . love."

The blond was soon joining Duo at frowning at his lover, though he wasn't complaining. It was still weird though.

"Trowa, we don't have to-"

"Nonsense!", Trowa interrupted, leading a highly confused Quatre out of the living room, "I don't mind at all. Sorry, Duo, but maybe we can talk another time."

"Trowa-", Duo tried to call but was cut off.

"Goodbye!", Trowa was calling back.

Then he and Quatre were gone, leaving Duo standing alone in the living room. With a huff, Duo merely glared in the direction the Heavyarms pilot had left. Trowa was hiding something and he was going to find out what.

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Heero watched as Wufei slowly ate his second breakfast, the one he had made himself. Poor Wufei had to stomach Duo's cooking earlier and had thrown it up when the braided boy had gone. With his stomach once again empty it was Heero's duty to feed him again. This time instead of charred eggs and undercooked bacon, Wufei was given porridge, which he was eating without any complaints.

His temperature had already been taken; Wufei's fever was still high. It was confusing Heero to say the least. He knew fevers to break in a day or two, it had already been three days and the Altron pilot still read over 100 degrees. His frown deepened as he studied Wufei further; trying his best to figure out what exactly could be wrong with him. This wasn't your ordinary fever.

"Yuy, stop staring at me!", Wufei snapped, his patience dwindling.

He had sat there trying his best to ignore the fact that Heero had been staring, but try as he might he couldn't let it go. It was unnerving and he wanted it to stop. Ebony eyes glared back at the pilot that sat beside his bed, who was still staring.

He was soon thrusting out his bowl for Heero, since he was done, hoping that it would direct the boy's eyes away from him. He was soon stiffening in anger as Heero merely took the bowl without looking away from him and rested it on the nightstand.

"What is it!", he demanded, now fed up.

Heero only shrugged, though his eyes never left from Wufei.

"I'm trying to figure out why your fever's still high.", he finally admitted.

Wufei only huffed, lying back on his bed and burying himself under the blankets.

"Staring at me isn't going to give you the answer.", he told the Wing pilot, turning his back to face him, "Now go away, I want to get some rest before the braided baka comes back."

As if on cue, Duo came rushing in, the door crashing open as he made his entrance. Wufei nearly had a heart attack from the intrusion and Heero merely frowned at his lover, who took to jumping onto the bed.

"Maxwell, you idiot!", Wufei was yelling, ebony eyes glaring up at Duo.

Said teen frowned as he took to straddling Wufei, ignoring the heated glare that was thrown up at him.

"What, we're back to a last name basis?", he asked, distracted for the moment by Wufei's use of his last name, "I thought we put that behind us. Aren't we friends now, Wufei?"

Then he was leaning forward, Wufei's glare melting away so that the sloe-eyed boy held a face of uncertainty. He didn't much like it when Duo did things like this.

"In fact, I thought we had become more than friends.", Duo was saying, his eyebrows raising suggestively, "After making out and all."

"We didn't make out!", Wufei was denying loudly, "Now get off of me!"

Duo only rolled his eyes and did as he was bid, his attention then turning to his lover, whose frown never left his face.

"Duo, what the hell is wrong with you?", he was demanding, the braided boy shifting from the bed to his lap.

"Something's up with Trowa.", Duo announced, returning to why he had burst in, "He's acting all weird and nervous. I even managed to surprise him. No one can surprise Trowa, it's impossible!"

Duo yelped as Heero suddenly stood, causing him to slide from the Japanese boy's lap and onto the floor. He pouted up at his lover as he stood as well, his hands trying to soothe the pain in butt.

"Hee-chan, what was that for?", he asked, watching Heero take to leaving the room.

"That's for being an idiot.", was all he said before he was gone completely.

He was frowning at the words, looking to Wufei for some sort of support but all he got was a shrug.

"Well, he's right you know.", was all Wufei told him.

Duo scoffed with another roll of his eyes, before he was depositing himself into the bed once again. Wufei growled but shifted to make room and soon enough Duo was snuggling under the blankets with him, his face holding another pout.

"You guys are so mean to me.", he mumbled, burying his face away, "I swear I'm unloved."

Wufei sighed as he watched Duo's childish behavior. He wanted to ignore it but Duo seemed to be upset with the events that had passed. Not that he had a bleeding heart, but if Duo was sulking that meant he would be further pestered. He hated when he was pestered.

"Duo, you're not unloved.", he muttered, leaning against the headboard.

"Yes-huh.", was the muffled reply.

Wufei only rolled his eyes. It was a wonder how Heero put up with Duo at times. It was like dealing with an overgrown child.

"Heero loves you.", Wufei assured him.

"No, he doesn't.", Duo argued, curling up in the blankets even more.

"I'm sure he does."

The bundle under his blankets was shifting again and Wufei watched as violet-eyes peeked out from underneath it. The seemed close to tears and Wufei felt oddly guilty. He hadn't known that Duo was this emotional. The boy did a good job at hiding it with his ever happy moods.

"Trowa and Quatre love you.", he found himself saying, "I love you."

His hand was slapping over his mouth a bit too late and he watched wide-eyed as Duo emerged from the blankets, huge grin in place.

"You love me, Fei!", the boy was nearly squealing.

"No, that's not what I meant!"

It was too late, Duo was pouncing and Wufei soon found himself thrown back against the bed in a hug.

"Duo, get off of me!"

"Aw, Fei!", the boy was laughing and hugging him tighter, "I knew I could get you to say it."

Wufei bristled at the words. He had been tricked? Duo had been faking the whole time?

"Maxwell-"

He was cut off as lips were pressed against his, his body stiffening at the contact. He didn't exactly know what to do at the moment and as Duo's lips began to move against his, he found he had no other choice but to give in.

As his body relaxed and he himself kissed back, he could feel Duo smiling. He ignored it however and was soon opening his mouth to welcome the tongue that gently prodded at his lips. Their kiss lasted until Duo pulled back to smugly smile down at the Altron pilot, who did nothing but frown, accompanied with a blush.

"You tricked me.", the smaller pilot was growling out.

Duo only gave a laugh, moving closer so as to nuzzle at Wufei's neck. He frowned slightly as he could feel the heat radiating off of Wufei's body and he knew it wasn't the kind of heat he was hoping for. Wufei's fever was still high.

"I didn't make you say anything you didn't want to say.", Duo answered, returning to the topic at hand.

His mouth was dipping to taste Wufei's for a second time around, but this didn't last as long as the first. As they broke apart, Duo took to drawing the Altron pilot closer to him, covering them both with the blanket. Wufei was speechless by now, but Duo didn't mind. He could do enough talking for the both of them.

"Did you know, Fei, that I kind of love you, too?"

Wufei paused at the question, not sure what to say. Was Duo confessing that he loved him, or was this another trick? Then again, trick or not, how was he supposed to react to this?

"Duo-"

"I think you're right, Duo. Trowa is acting weird. I tried to talk to him but he said something about having to make love to Quatre."

It was at that time Heero chose to make his return and the two looked to the door where Heero stood with a raised brow. His eyes narrowed in on the two of them and he could only wonder what he had walked in on. He groaned as he realized he was turning into his lover; the only thing he could think of would give the poor Altron pilot a nosebleed.

"I'm not going to ask.", he said as he walked in, "I'll just assume you two were cold and needed the body heat."

Duo was offering him a grin as he walked closer, before sitting up and grabbing hold of his arm. He stopped him from sitting in the chair beside the bed and pulled him down with them.

"Come on, Hee-chan.", Duo urged, shifting so that he was now on the other side of Wufei, "Join us; assume that you're cold as well."

He didn't complain and he gave in to his braided lover's request. Soon enough Wufei was sandwiched between the two, his body stiff and unsure.

"Would you calm down, Fei.", Duo said with a smirk, "We're not going to rape you."

Wufei was busy sputtering at the words as Duo stopped in thought.

"Well, not unless you want us to."

"DUO!"

The braided boy only took to laughing at Wufei's flustered state, before he was snuggling closer to him. Wufei didn't fight him, but he did look to Heero for some sort of support. The Wing pilot seemed to be pondering something.

"Yuy, aren't you going to say something?", he demanded, gaining Heero's attention.

"No.", Heero simply answered, looking down at Wufei, "I was thinking the same thing."

Wufei couldn't help it as his face turned a brilliant shade of red and he looked away from the brown-haired teen as Duo laughed. This wasn't what he was expecting and he wasn't so sure what to do.

"You're so cute when you blush, Fei.", Duo was cooing, his hand raising to pinch at Wufei's cheeks.

Said hand was slapped away as Wufei glared back at him.

"I am not!", the boy objected, unaware of his pout, "And it's Wufei, Maxwell."

"Yeah, well until you call me Duo it'll be Fei to me."

Grumbles were the only answer Duo got to that and he was quite content with his victory, pulling Wufei closer and looking up at Heero with a triumphant smirk. Heero only rolled his eyes at his lover, but was soon joining him, taking Wufei into his arms as well.

"Yuy, what are you doing!"

At Wufei's screaming, Heero only grunted, resting his chin atop the boy's head.

"He's hogging you.", he offered with a shrug, "And I'm going to sleep. You should follow my example."

Wufei went to open his mouth in objection again, but he wasn't able to get one word out. Heero had taken hold of his chin and tilted his head so that he could press his lips to Wufei's, thoroughly silencing the Chinese teen before he could even speak.

It worked, since as he pulled away Wufei couldn't say anything at all. Duo was snickering beside them and Heero couldn't help but smirk at Wufei's stunned expression.

"Go to sleep, Fei.", he ordered the dark-haired pilot.

"Okay."

Satisfied with the easy agreement, Heero got comfortable and took to trying to fall asleep. He'd deal with everything else later when he woke up.

"Good night.", Duo bid them both, Heero opening his eyes to glare at his lover.

"Duo, it's one in the afternoon."

"I know but it felt like the right thing to say.", Duo was mumbling meekly, "Right, Fei?"

His question was greeted with soft snoring, he and Heero looking at the now sleeping Altron pilot. Duo went to speak but Heero shook his head to tell him otherwise. Any rest that Wufei got would help him in the long run. So with a short peck, the two lovers fell asleep as well.

T.B.C

Yes, I know it's type short. I got writer's block. I have revived this story and shall see it to its end. Now go review and tell me what you think. Did you like the fluff? It was to make up for the years of no updating. Once again, I'm so sorry for that. Please don't kill me!