Strike Force Five Epilogue
A New Beginning
Six weeks later
Wufei lounged in the kitchen enjoying a second cup of coffee. Although he still held to his daily discipline he had decided that his kata and katana practice did not necessarily have to done at the crack of dawn. Now he allowed a more flexible schedule for he had learned that life was to be experienced and not just lived.
The Lone Dragon's victorious comrades wholeheartedly mirrored his attitude. They, too, had decided that time was not merely a measurement of hours and days but a precious gift that should never be wasted.
The group of diverse but united men were also in unanimous agreement that they made a good team so Wufei, Heero and Duo had accepted Quatre and Trowa's proposal to live at the Winner estate and advance the Strike Force to the heightened level of readiness.
There was no doubt that their unique skills would be called into action again. True they had dealt OZ a devastating blow but the military madmen were still in command. The same traitorous government officials were still in power. It was only a matter of time before the tyrannical faction would undergo another (1) transmogrification and be reborn to threatened freedom once more.
But this time the newly spawned beast would face a fierce foe who had been tempered in the heat of battle and had risen from the ashes as a cohesive unit. A force of five sworn to protect the innocent, uphold justice and vanquish evil.
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Quatre shifted in bed snuggling into Trowa's comforting embrace. Since that fateful night when Trowa had exorcised Quatre's demons he had slept peacefully next to his lover secure in the knowledge that his parent's deaths had been avenged and that the bastardly Colonel Khushrenada had been sentenced to eternity in Hell.
Now Quatre Raberba Winner was no longer a prisoner in his own home but the master of his fate. He had taken control of his life and taken his place as leader of the Strike Force Five.
Trowa was proud of Quatre and pleased with his lover's newly found independence. While he was not so foolish to think that all of Quatre's problems had been solved, Trowa knew that there was no trouble that patience and unconditional love could not overcome. Together he and Quatre would face the future as lovers and friends and nothing could stop them.
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In a state of unashamed nakedness Heero laid on his stomach on the bed. Duo in an equally nude condition straddled Heero's thighs feathering kisses over each scar on his lover's back. This gentle caressing of the marred skin had become ritualistic in its regularity.
Duo knew that not all wounds were visible on the surface. He knew that everyone carried with them many roughly healed remembrances on their heart and soul so the simple act was Duo's way of reassuring Heero that what had happened in the past no longer mattered.
Returning from the tower Heero had used Duo's injuries as an excuse to move into his room. It was easier, he reasoned, to administer the proper care if he was constantly close by. Then Duo's restless sleep was his explanation for sharing Duo's bed. But now all "practical pretences" had been dropped since the first night that his and Duo's enthusiasm could be plainly heard by anyone who passed by their bedroom door.
Duo's unbounded hair tickled its way across Heero fully exposed bottom causing him to wiggle under the fluttering assault. Duo's mouth finished just above Heero's hips then he eased his weight to let his partner flip over on his back.
Now it was Heero's turn to show his intimate affection. He sat up placing a kiss on the perfectly reproduced pattern of Duo's cross that had been burned into his chest by the severe heat at the tower. Duo shivered as Heero's tongue traced the scar that had become just as precious to him as his scars had to Duo.
Life's cruelty had permanently marked both Heero and Duo but the disfigurements were not reminders of their failures but testaments to their courage and to the steadfastness of their commitment to freedom and each other.
Duo tilted his head capturing Heero's mouth in a persuasive lip-lock. His arms encircled his lover's neck before adding a subtle sliding to make certain that their growing erections brushed. All these besieging tactics were designed with one goal in mind...to make Heero respond favorably to his invitation to engage in a passion session.
The early morning light streamed through the French doors. Sunbeams glistened over Duo's flowing hair in brilliant hues of henna and cinnamon. Heero's swarthy hands were twice as dark against Duo's creamy skin as they slipped around Duo's firm buttocks to pull him as close as physically possible.
"MMMMM." Duo moaned into his partner's mouth as Heero's tongue slipped passed his parted lips.
For a few moments the Strike Force warriors engaged in a game of tongue-tag as hands wandered over excitement damp bodies. Heero pulled back just enough to gaze into the most stunning eyes that he had ever seen.
"Beautiful." he whispered as he tucked silky strands behind Duo's ear in the same way that he had seen Trowa do with Quatre.
There was gentleness in that caress that spoke volumes about the intimacy shared by familiar lovers. Heero wanted that closeness, longed for that oneness of mind, body and soul that only a few lucky people ever experienced.
Duo's sweet smile was more than enough reward for the simple act. For it, too, told of comfort and well being. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Duo sighed leaning into the tender touch.
Allowing his fingers to slid down Duo's cheek Heero answered, "Not since last night."
"And showed you how much I love you?"
"Not since yesterday morning."
"Then I should do something to remedy that situation." Duo proclaimed diving in for another kiss. Heero was suddenly lost in sensations that he never dreamed existed. Warm lips, wet mouth and a throbbing in his manhood that demanded immediate attention.
He clung to Duo as a drowning man would to a lifeline. After Quatre's unrequited love, even though the resulting heartache was never revealed to him, Heero had hid away his humanity deciding that it was safer to be alone than to risk rejection once more. Now he had dared to drop the barricade surrounding his heart trusting Duo not to break it.
Duo's husky voice whispering close to his ear brought Heero back from his painful recalling. "I think it's about time I taught you the art of (2) soixante-neuf."
"The art of what?" Heero wondered as Duo's sly grin put him on notice that the master was about to start the lesson.
The grin spread wider and mischievous sparks flashed in Duo's lovely lavender eyes. "Do you trust me?"
Heero nodded "yes". Strangely his ability to speak had deserted him.
Duo eased Heero over to lay on his side, pressed one more deep kiss on his reddened lips and then pivoted around until his own hardened length was in line with Heero's face. "Do what I do." Duo ordered as his hand wrapped around Heero's quivering manhood.
An involuntary hiss of air was all that Heero could manage before Duo began a slow, rhythmic stroking. Acting on purely primal instincts Heero followed suit allowing his hand to slid along Duo's full-blown erection.
Under the influence of Duo's masterful manipulations Heero was quickly being carried past the point of no return. His eyes glazed over and carnality clouded his mind so strongly that it took his breath away.
Heero's entire body jumped as Duo's mouth replaced his hand. "DUO!" he cried out loud not caring who heard.
"Yes lover?" The breathy response caused Heero to tremble as he tried not to come.
"Please." The pitiful plea struggled against the heat gathering in his groin.
Duo paused long enough to cast a heady gaze at his lover. "Do what I do." he repeated the erotic instructions.
Now it was Duo's turn to shudder. Letting his repressed sensuality take over Heero slid his lips over Duo's manhood from base to tip and back again. Now it was Duo who was begging for release while fighting to hold on a little longer.
The lover's fell into perfect step as they engaged in a dance as old as time. Heartbeats kept the meter and the muffled moans quickly reached a climactic crescendo before they came in unison with outcries of ecstasy.
Heero rolled onto his back, arms and legs sprawled and his golden body glowing in the sunlight. Duo crawled to his lover's side cradling his head on Heero's heaving chest. Heero's arms encircled his soul mate and together they shared the afterglow.
"Wow." Duo finally sighed as his breathing evened out enough to talk.
Heero nodded in agreement. "Wow indeed."
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Time...the continuous passage of existence from past to present to future. Temporal in nature and forever changing. Seasons, tides, daylight and darkness...over and over again.
For five warriors the measured moments offer a chance for a new beginning. Pasts have been put to rest, duties put in proper perspective, barriers torn down and hearts and souls mended.
A wise man once said, "The only thing constant is change."
What lies ahead for the Strike Force Five is unknown but whatever the challenge they will face it together for no one stands stronger than when they stand with their comrades.
OWARI
(1) Transmogtification: To transform into a different shape especially a grotesque one.
(2) Soixante-neuf: [French] A position called the sixty-nine where two people simultaneously stimulate each other's genitalia with their mouths.
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