WHEN THE SPIRIT MOVES

By Lady Snowblossom

"I thought they'd never leave!"

"Did you see the looks they were giving each other. If they don't do something soon-I'm gonna blow a circuit board!"

"Oh, don't do that! HE'D only spend the night fixing it."

"Sandy has a point, you know. If HE'S fixing you, he can't fix what's wrong with my pilot."

"I know but still."

"Sticky! My joysticks are sticky again! I wish he'd keep it in his pants! I'm telling you, Sandy! If your pilot and mine don't start bouncing mattresses soon!"

"What can I do! I've tried, Great Mechanic knows, we all have, but they just don't seem to get the message!"

"Shh! One of them is coming back!"

"Mu-fei? Mafra? Hey! Is anybody in here?" Duo called, taking the chicken leg he'd stolen out of his mouth and sticking his head through the hanger's door. "Yo, Heero! Trowa?" Only silence greeted his inquiry.

"Could've sworn I heard voices." he murmured in puzzlement.

He stepped further in the cavern and stared around, only the Gundams met his eyes. Shrugging, he took a bite out of his purloined snack and wandered over to Shinigami.

"Well, old buddy. You'll be glad to know, word just came down from the doctors, we've earned ourselves a few days off, so it looks like we'll be here awhile." He tilted his head back, his bright eyes gazed affectionately at the giant mecha. Reaching out, Duo patted Shinigami with the hand, he'd been holding the chicken leg with, leaving behind a greasy palm print to mar the finish.

Deathscythe hastily suppressed a groan of dismay.

"Eh? What was that? You say, something?" Duo asked his beloved machine. He laughed softly, "Being tight-lipped tonight. Guess I'll leave you alone with your friends, and . . ." A soft tenor voice interrupted him.

"Who's in here?"

"Just me, Quatre." Duo left the shadow of Shinigami's leg, waving to the blond, who mock glared at him.

"Duo, I swear you are getting to be as bad as Heero. Come on, Wu-fei is making stir fry and you know how he is when we're late coming to the table." Quatre scolded gently.

"Yes, master! Coming, master! I won't keep Wu-fei waiting, master!" Duo whined, as he bowed and groveled his way to the door. Quatre rolled his eyes, but couldn't quite suppress the smile that tugged at his lips.

When the American came within reach, the little Arab swatted him on the arm, laughing softly. "Stop your clowning and get in the kitchen." He ordered, shoving the braided pilot in the right direction, and closing the door behind them.

"Chicken grease! Chicken grease! He could have at least cleaned it up before he left." Shinigami's indignant tirade was cut short by the laughter coming from Shenlong. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Yeah, Dragon."

"Spill it."

"Shenlong, do you know something, we don't."

"Only that my pilot has decided to take steps."

"Steps? What kind of steps."

"It isn't anything bad is it?"

"Do not besmirch my pilot's honor! He would never do anything bad to his teammates."

"Oh, don't get huffy! What's he up to?"

"....."

"Shenlong."

"Dragon."

"I swear, if you don't start talking I'm coming over there and tie your legs in knots, then I'll feed you your flame thrower!"

"Shinigami, you are as uncouth as your human! When we were in China, he picked up some aphrodisiacs . . ."

"He did WHAT!?!"

"Hmm, you know my pilot thought about doing that, but decided not to. I have no idea why."

"Oh, man! We're gonna get lucky tonight!"

"Does he know how to use them? I mean, I don't want Quatre getting hurt."

"Sandrock . . ."

"Oh, don't get your circuits in a bind. He's just like his human, and we all know what a fusser he is."

"HE IS NOT!!!!"

"Keep your voices down, or they'll be back in here."

"Not if Wufei has his way."

Quatre cried out, as he shattered like a broken glass and spilled his seed on the hand gripping him. Behind him, Duo shouted his completion, as with one final hard thrust in the tight velvet that was milking him for all it was worth, he came.

"Harder, Heero! Harder!" Wufei demanded; his legs wrapped around the Japanese's thighs. The Chinese pilot threw his head back, as his lover complied with his hoarse orders, and really began pounding him into the mattress. Trowa lay beside them, with his eyes closed, panting. He'd already run into the tornado named Wufei, and was fighting to regain his breath.

He opened his eyes, when he felt fingers running softly up his thigh. Quatre was leaning over him, lust gleaming from his teal eyes. A rustle at his feet, and he glanced quickly down to see a mop of chestnut hair trailing over his toes, as Duo came creeping. He forgot about Duo, when small fingers traced his chin, and a shining face filled his vision.

"You look lonely." Quatre murmured, and claimed the European's mouth.

"At last! Now, maybe he won't be so psychotic."

"No more sticky joysticks! Gotta hand it to ya, Dragon, that human of yours knows his stuff!"

"Thank the Great Mechanic! Now, I won't have to listen to him talk about how lonely he is, anymore."

"Thank you."

"All things come in their proper time, and now was the proper time. We merely had to wait for a balance between their loneliness and needs to be attained, before the right actions could be taken. So, there is no need for thanks."

"Shenlong."

"What?"

"Shut up!"

". . . ."