Title: Reconstruction
Author: Purplewaterlili
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Zechs/Treize/Wufei and Heero/Duo
Summary: The war defined them, but now its over and they are grappling with life and relationships after the war
Archive: MPREG all other contact me first
Rating: R
Parts: 6
Status: Complete
Series/Sequel: None
Website: None
Disclaimer:The characters are not mine, but the plot is.

Warnings: This story is AU. It also gets a BIG OOC warning, for Wufei, it was done purposefully, I just don't know his character very well, but he was always the loner of the bunch and I wanted to give him a family.

Notes: I didn't do the whole numbers thing with the pairings because I want those who don't really know the show to give the story a chance, i think there is a great likelihood you will still understand it even if you don't know the characters too well.

In this universe m/m pregnancies as well as f/f and mf preganacies are all possible, due to evolution of the human race, so in the story itself there isspent explaining how each character ended up pregnant. Same sex reproduction is quite normal and has been for centuries. Though gender disparities may have shrunk, the importance of social status and hierachy become all the more important.

And of course I would like to thank my inspiration Dawnie, Drake, and Gwen and my beta Myinliew. Without them I wouldn't be able to post this story. Thank you all very much.

Part 1

Zechs shuddered as the warm bed linen wrapped about him were pulled away and a soft warm bundle laid next to his chest. Immediately his eyes fluttered open. He smiled, looking down at his squirming son he ran a finger through his auburn hair that curled at around his ear.

The little one squirmed and wriggled about with urgency until I found its favoured position. One of its chubby hands was wrapped in his Daddy's hair, the other shading his eyes from too bright glare of the morning. "Hungry Brat." Zechs teased, as he traced round the suckling mouth firmly attached to his sore nipple. Looking up from his son, Zechs watched the other man in the room, who had laid the babe at his chest. The black haired man now seemed preoccupied with putting on a terrific impression of a chamber maid, picking up their discarded clothing from the night before. "Good morning Wufei, and exactly why are you doing that? I'm sure one of the servants will be around in a few minutes to take care of such matters. Come sit beside me. It's rather lonely in this large bed."

"Good morning Your Highness."

"What...Wufei please, what possible crime could I have committed between making love to you and our lovely husband last night and waking this glorious morning to warrant such austere tones? Is it that Treize took my suggestion and left you all too sore to sit and be still this morning? Oh and by the way where is our Loving Lord?"

"That is not the case, Your Highness."

"Please refrain from referring to me as such." Zechs tone tightened as he warned the younger man.

"But we have arrived in the Sanq Kingdom this morning. In this place you are still a member of the ruling family and as such your title should be upheld. It is a matter of honour."

"It is a title I denounced a long time ago my young love. I only wish I could get my little sister to accept my stance on this. She is the one true heir, and has grown into a quite capable queen."

"But Your Hi...Zechs, to denounce all claims to the throne would be to deny your son his birthright."

"How many times need I tell you that Taro is our son Wufei?" Zechs corrected again looking down at the nursing child. "Our husband will never let our children want for anything. But, you are right; I cannot deny him what I myself am unworthy of. He deserves everything, every single thing this new world can offer. Thank you Wufei, I had never thought about it like that, I will discuss it with Relena, as for myself...nothing has changed."

Wufei nodded, but quickly turned again about his work. "Treize left early this morning for a breakfast meeting with Her Highness."

"I see."

"Nothing important he assured me."

"Really?"

"Semantics he said, for the general council meeting on Thursday."

"Ahh, the general council meeting on Thursday." Zechs lifted the tender one up into his arms; sitting up against the bedstead he switched the squirming child to the other nipple. His index finger playing along the delicate nose, up and over the gently sloping forehead then becoming lost again in the tight curls which crowned him.

"Not looking forward to that are you?"

"No, I can't say that I am, but it is my duty to attend, and I never stepped away from my duty."

"I know that. Zechs you are a most noble man. But need not worry so. I will keep Taro with me at all times."

"Thank you."

"It is not needed, he is our son. He is my duty." Taro was only 8 months old and Zechs was rarely away from him, he did not relish the thought of leaving him alone with the servants for as long periods as the general meeting would demand. He had preferred that his son with Wufei since Treize too would need to be present, but he knew Wufei was still trying to adjust to life with the newest member in their family. He was unsure if the young man would have been willing to take on the responsibility.

"His Excellency has also requested that we join him at the palace once the prince's needs have been met. I didn't wish to wake you, but when Trelawney brought him to our room, he had already been awake for quite a bit, and was very hungry it seems."

Smiling Zechs added. "He is like his other father, he is always hungry."

Wufei turned to watch the once unstoppable Lightening Count, lost in the wonder of his son. No, he corrected mentally, their son. He was apart of this now...whatever this was. And while it scared him, he did not want to leave it. Stranger things have been known to happen, but he finally found Sanqtuary again. Cocooned from the pain of the past on this; their floating home, the war seemed unable to touch them there. His life here seemed surreal sometimes, but his husbands always tried to do their best bring him back, to make it all real again. "Wufei...Wufei?"

"Uhhmmm sorry."

"No need," Zechs said...returning his attention back on the little one he held, "you just seemed so far away."

"I was just thinking.how beautiful you are."

"Flattery...so early in the morning?"

"Simply an observation, and you are right, he is like Treize...insatiable for what only you can give." Wufei teased, and they both laughed at their absent husband's obsession for Zechs' milk. It was much greater than even Wufei's, though even he had to admit suckling from the blonde was an experience that could never been overrated. His tongue moved about his mouth as he remember the taste as it spurted over tongue the night before.

Treize and Zechs were happily married, but three years later, a chance encounter while they were evaluating the state of the New Paris city barracks brought Wufei into their lives. From that moment the other two saw each other, Zechs knew the attraction that had developed during their few run-ins during the war was still very much alive. Yet as he stood watching them regard each other with such intensity he was not afraid. It was never his way to be afraid. He had already come to terms with fact had Treize still harboured feelings for the mysterious Gundum pilot. Yet he asked his once commanding officer to marry him, to make formal the relationship they rekindled upon their return to earth. Zechs had often wondered what would have developed had Wufei and Treize met under different circumstances. As he stood there he realised that he would have his answer. Wufei had always been apart of their relationship, even if his presence was intangible. Zechs simply decided he wouldn't give up his husband over what simply amounted to his own selfishness. Over the next year Zechs, accepted the younger man first into their home and then their relationship. Separate at first was their time together with His Excellency, but with time the two became friends, and lovers in their own right. On Treize and Zechs's fifth wedding anniversary, at Zechs's suggestion Treize married Wufei.

The ceremony was quite the spectacle, much unlike his own. Many rumours surfaced as they always do. At the reception, however Zechs in his role as best man, gave a simply brilliant speech, shattering all doubt that he was an unwitting and unwilling participant in the proceedings. That night the three set sailed from Luxembourg, to begin their life together. Wufei found it easy to accept and returned the love that both men had offered; yet it was clear that there were still moments when he felt like the outsider. Especially since the birth of their son Taro. It was an illusion that both Wufei's husbands were eager to dispel.

Zechs sat up in the bed, intent on burping his tiny son. A servant knocked, and then brought in their food setting it on the small breakfast table out on the deck beyond their chambers.

"Charles Trawleney was late in bringing Taro to our room this morning and the house keeping staff is late, is there some problem of which I should be told."

"No Milord, His Excellency left word that the young masters should not be disturbed until it was absolutely necessary."

"I see."

"The house keeping staff is on hand, they will be up to clean the masters' quarters immediately Milord."

"Yes, Yes of course." Lifting the sleeping babe from his shoulder, Zechs slid off the bed and laid him in his crib. Sitting at the table wrapped in his robe, he continued to watch his rather distracted lover busy himself about the room.

"Wufei, won't you be accompanying me at breakfast this morning."

"Hn." He walked over to the sliding door that led to the deck. Looking at the food, Zechs watched him physically blanch, if only for a mere second. "I can't I have an appointment."

"I didn't know you knew anyone in the Sanq Kingdom."

"Never the less I do, and I have to go." He said dismissively.

"Sorry, It was not my intension to pry." He commented as he watched the dark haired warrior expertly yank his hair back into one ponytail. He pulled on his well schooled scowl as he prepared to greet the world beyond their utopia.

"A few private engagements, I will come to the palace afterwards, there is no problem with that, is there?"

"I never suggested that there might be." Zechs said wistfully.

Wufei's stoic mask was well in place as he pushed his feet into the simple black cloth shoes. Part of a royal family he maybe, but he never would feel comfortable in their regal trappings. Both men gave each other curt nods before each went about their business.

When his son woke, a few hours later, Zechs bathed and dressed him as he had the servants pack their bags, they would be spending at least the next three days at the palace, before returning to the ship that was their home. He did miss his sister, they hardly had any time to know each other, having been separated for so many years before the war, and since fate during the Final War of Their Age had seen it fit that they be kept well apart. This time however they would be together. He and his family had planned to remain anchored in the Sanq Kingdom Harbour for at least 6 months. Having learnt not to take anything for granted, after the war Zechs had given bonding with his mates paramountcy. It was closely seconded by helping Trieze re-establish order within the governing bodies both in the colonies and on Earth. Now six years after the war, and the world only now seemed to be recovering from the shock the war had thrust upon it. It was not that he had not seen his sister in all that time, but their meeting had been brief and for the most part official. They both felt that significant bonding time was necessary. So today, he was going home, his husbands and child accompanying him, and on this occasion when he left would know his sister.

***

Part 2

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you happy, you look happy?"

"Happy? I suppose, being with them does make me happy."

"Then relax man, that the way it's supposed to be. I'm happy for yah. We both are, aren't we Heero?."

"Hn." was he only reply.

"Listen to him go-on." Duo teased.

"I must admit, that living in the Sanq Kingdom is not where I expected either of you to be living."

"Me neither man, but big warm and fuzzy over there, still has a saviour complex when it comes to her Majesty. After the War, there were lots of threats, we came here so he could become the head of her personal guard."

Wufei gave Duo a wary look.

"Tell me about it, but I choose my battles well. He protects her, but he comes home to me. Isn't that right Heero?" That comment got Duo a disdainful look, to which he just laughed, and which Wufei had the sense not to comment on, deciding it was better to change the subject.

"So what have you heard from Trowa and Quartre?"

"Oh those two, the Winner-Blooms have been busy making music, love and babies in the wilderness." Waving a hand dismissively, "Nothing to worry about there, they couldn't be happier. Last letter I got, Winner was barefoot and pregnant with their fifth. Three girls and one boy, so."

"So what about you and Heero?"

"Naw, I'm not too sure that parenting was really meant for us. From Angel of Death to changing nappies, not really an easy transition."

"No, I don't suppose it would be, but this...I never expected this when..."

"What are you lamenting about man? You got nothin' to worry about, I'm sure you'll make a great father Wufei, from what you've said before it seems like you already do." Duo gave his friend a friendly pat on the arm.

Wufei rose an eyebrow at the hand on his arm, when Duo eased his hand away he began to speak. "With Taro it's different..."

"Come on man, don't sweat it. What you don't already know you'll learn. Heero and I have very long learning curves. It will be a while for us to get there, if we ever do."

Tired grinding his teeth, in silence Heero got to his feet. "Misrepresentation of the truth is still lying and lying isn't your style, Duo." Heero growled as he passed the two sitting at the kitchenette bar, on his way to his room. He came out just 2 minutes later, dressed in a black suit, white shirt with no lapels but coloured pips on its high collar, seemingly denoting rank.

"I'll be back in 4 hours, Chang, it's been ...an experience, but next time do us all a favour and call first. As I'm sure it won't be your last visit with you being a part of the royal household and all. And congratulations I'm sure both His Majesty and His Excellency will be delighted to hear your news. I'm know I always am." and with that he stalked out of the room.

Duo, looked at the closed door dejectedly.

"What was...maybe I should go?"

Duo, turned slowly to look at his pregnant friend. He gave him a half hearted smile. "No...you don't have to..." He reached out and touched Wufei's hand. "He's right [,] you know."

"About what?"

"Lying. It just ain't my style."

"Did something happen?"

"It always does." Even then he tried to smile with Wufei. "We've been trying for almost two years now...it's always the same. I always lose it. The doctors say there is nothing physically wrong with me that they can find, but it could be complications due to the war. Yeah...they don't know the half of it."

"I...I'm sorry to hear that, if I had known."

"No...that's just it, I don't want to mollycoddled there is nothing wrong with me, and nothing that prevents me from being happy for my friends. You and Trowa and Quartre, I just wished I was as lucky, that Heero and I were, but some things aren't meant to be." {I am Shinigami...Death is my only destiny.}

"I guess you are right."

"Yeah, I know I am...so" He paused, wiping his hand over his face...pushing his bangs out of the way. "How long are you, Papa and Daddy Big Bucks gonna be in town anyways."

"His Majesty ...uhh Zechs wishes to stay six months with his sister, he'd stay longer if he could, he wants Taro to be raised here I think."

"Mmmm."

"So when are you going to tell them?"

"Now that I have the doctor's confirmation, tonight after the dinner I guess."

"Everything will be fine Wufei...no worries okay." Duo flashed his friend a bright smile, and went over to the fridge to get him another bottle of ginger ale.

***

Part 3

Wufei did make it to the palace in time for dinner. State affairs will continue to be an event he simply would never get used to. Its opulence was simply unforgivable, but it was a world he'd have to contend with. Zechs spent much of the evening speaking with his sister and his best friend Lucretia Noin. Though neither party ever verbalised such notions the interactions between Relena and Noin seemed to give credence to the royal rumours that Queen may soon be announcing that it is the Captain who will become her consort. The meal was sumptuous as they traditionally are, Wufei reasoned it would be treason for it to be other wise.

Well satiated they retired for the night, Zechs leaving the dinning room first, her Majesty on his heels as he went to see to his fussing son. Her Majesty was absolutely enamoured with the newest member of her clan.

"Our generous host is not with us, and it doesn't seem like you are too interested in the meal, so maybe you would like to go out for a walk with me, allow the proud father and aunt a bit more time alone together."

"Humm." Wufei nodded, as he extradited himself out of the over stuffed chair.

They excused themselves from the table and made their way out onto the terrace and down the long staircase to the gardens below. Neither talked, but walked side by side. Occasionally there was a brush of shoulders, a slight scuff of shoe yet, neither spoke.

Finally, it was Treize who broke the silence. "You look quite distant tonight, mon cheri. Your eyes betrayed you, it was clear that you were only half here all night."

"I'm sorry, I...yes, I do have many thoughts on my mind."

"Do you wish to share them?"

"Now is not the time."

"I see! I do hope you will inform me when such a time has arrived."

Wufei laughed at the cynicism that dripped from his husband's words. "Of course I shall Treize." Wufei paused before the second fountain they encountered. He looked into the water as it jetted into the air, the slight breeze caused face and black robes to become damp with the spray. Treize fingers snagged the tight satin band that restrained his hair, and the black veil of hair slipped free hiding the side of his face. His fingers pulled it back, slipping it behind his ear.

Turing around he wrapped his arms about his husband and laid his head on his chest. The chill in the air seemed to disappear as he felt the older man's strong arms wrap about him.

"I wish you'd show this off often." he stated as he fanned the hair over Wufei's shoulders.

"Not an unreasonable request, I admit, once you are willing for everyone to think you like taking 12 year old boys to your bed."

"Ahh, but you are not a 12 year old boy, and indeed you are my husband."

"Ahh, but the image is a hard one to dispel when they see me with my hair down like this, I'd never get anything done. Who would take me seriously?"

"I would."

"But you don't count.".

"Is that so..."

"Yes it is..."

"Really now," Wufei lifted his head and nodded coyly at the tall regal gentleman who held him. A smile erupted on his face as he felt the rumbling of laughter shudder thought the chest he was leaning into. "You won't ever let me forget why I married you huh?"

"Is there some reason why I should; keeping your ego in check is a very noble pursuit, and apparently too large a task for a man as capable and august as our dear Zechs."

Treize squeezed him bring him up for a kiss. "That is not the only task that is too large for one man now is it?"

Nipping his lip harder than was necessary, Wufei pulled away. "See what I mean about that ego."

"Now is not the time to be toying with me, little dragon." He growled pressing his urgent need into his lover's hip. Wufei moaned as he nuzzling at his neck. His half lidded eyes fluttered up to see two curious onlookers standing on a high balcony. Their figures were slightly obscured by shadows of the tall crab-apple trees that lined the grounds of the inner courtyard. Groaning Wufei buried his face in Treize's chest. Tipping his head back a bit, he said, "Yes...but not here."

"Nosey servants...they are of no consequence."

"But you are." Wufei, grabbed his Excellency's hand and dragged him back up the way they came, along the paved garden path and up the white marble staircase. Bidding those that remained in the dinning hall goodnight with a curt nod and a swish of ebony locks he led his husband to their quarters.

***

Part 4

Heero slipped out of his boots, he took off his jacket he tossed and it over the back of the couch. It was seven thirty but his apartment was as quiet as a tomb and just as dark. Not a single light was on and he wasn't inclined to switching them on now either. He made his way to the small bar in the corner of the living room, taking a bottle he poured some himself a drink...scotch, maybe, but he wasn't sure. He felt its fire in his chest, but his mouth had no taste. He held the glass up to his lips to take another swig but turned and walked to the kitchen, tossing the nearly full glass into the sink with a crash.

"Fuck" he ground out between his clenched teeth. He wanted to believe this could not be happening to them again.

"You're early."

"Sorry, maybe I should leave again." he said his back still to owner of the quiet voice.

"Don't let me keep you, I've always told you, you were free to take Queenie up on her up on her offer of quarters at the palace."

"Shut up Duo" Spinning around angrily it only took him two steps to grab hold of the downcast man. Shaking him he started yelling. "This has nothing to do with Relena...so don't go there. This is all Chang's fault, he should never have come here."

"Heero no, what are you angry with him for? He didn't do anything, and he didn't know..."

"Then why this Duo...why do this to yourself again, to us? God, Duo why?"

"You think I can control this, that I mean for everything around me to die." Duo tugged away and went back to their room, slamming the door behind him. He curled onto his side on the far side of the bed.

Heero grabbed the glass from the sink again, this time tossing it at the wall. It shattered on impact. Why was this happening to them? All he wanted was Duo's happiness, it was a goal that everyday seemed to be slipping further and further away.

Duo jumped when he heard the shattering glass. He just wished Heero could understand. He'd have to make him understand, that he just wasn't worth it. He was Shinigami, and that would never change.

Almost ten minutes pasted before the doors to their room swung open. In silence and darkness Heero changed, then he came over to the bed. He edged near to Duo, taking his feet he slipped off each of his shoes dropping them over the side of the bed.

"You know you shouldn't touch me, you should go. You should leave Heero, leave this place, you should leave me. I can't change who I am and you deserve so much more, Heero."

"Duo...I don't want anything else, or anyone else, just you." He commented while he still held Duo's feet. "God damn it, why can't you see that, why can't you see me...why can't you even see your own self. I'm never leaving you Duo. Nothing can make me leave, God knows I fucking hate it when you try, but nothing can make me leave."

"But you need to see me too Heero, really see who I am...what I am...I'll never be able to give you what you deserve, and you, Heero I love you so much, but it scares me, I thought it was my gift, but I was wrong, I can't control it...I never could, can't you see its my curse, and what if my curse takes you away too..."

"Duo."

"I'm the Shinigami, Heero." His voice was dead...resigned to his fate.

"Bullshit...just stop it Duo."

"But I am...and I know you know I am. You just won't admit it, cause it scares you too."

"Please ... just stop it."

"I'm a murderer...the war was the only place for me now its over and I just can't stop killing...I've killed everyone I've loved and now look at me I smother the life from my own unborn babies."

Heero raised his hand and slapped Duo about the face "That not true, now stop, damn you, just stop it." Duo voice sore from yelling, faded away. The room was deathly quiet.

"I know I must revolt you...how can you stand to even look at me?"

"That's not true Duo. It isn't."

"And some day Heero...my curse is gonna kill you too, it is only a matter of time."

With a sigh Heero pushed himself up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He flipped open the door of the medicine chest, shaking the brown pill bottle, it was three quarters of the way full. Closing the door, he stared at himself in the mirror. A shift in his periphery vision drew his attention to the reflection of Duo's moonlit silhouette. He was curled up in the foetal position still fretting with himself. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to kill Wufei Chang, but deeper, below all the hurt, the anger and guilt, he knew it would make no difference. They were headed here regardless of their friend's visit and news. Maybe, he thought, he should be thanking Chang, for bringing this all to a head. Now maybe, just maybe, he would have the opportunity to get Duo to face his own emotions. The demon he feared most. This could be a chance to heal.

He returned to the bedroom with a brown prescription bottle.

"When did you stop, Duo?"

Duo ignored him.

"You haven't been taking these again. Duo, why are you off your meds?" Heero didn't expect an answer, and none was forthcoming. He poured three pills into his palm and sat on the bed...pulling Duo unto his back.

"No..." the ex-Gundum pilot fought him. "No, Heero stop it." He clawed and punched at Heero.

"Open your mouth Duo," trying to force the pills between the brunette lips, granted him a bitten palm. "God Damn it..."

This had been their true secret. The war had robbed them all of so much, but Duo suffered the most. Who would believe that Duo who seemed the most unscathed among them would have carried the deepest scars. None knew of this battle, no, this was their private battle against his depression. His manic personality provided a good enough shield from the suspicions of the others. Heero now suspected that Duo's mind had been touched by the illness, even during the war, and some nights he would fall asleep feeling some how robbed. Could it be that happy bubbly personality that had infected his soul and shattered the coldness that he had comforted himself with for so many years, was nothing but a mask, hiding the pain and melancholy that lay beneath? What was worse, if that was so, why had he not seen?

"Duo..."

"I can't take those."

"Duo...please, you have to, I know you hate to take them, but they make you feel better, you know they do."

"I can't and I won't..." his voice faltered. "please Heero...please don't make me." His hurt childlike voice tore Heero apart, but he could show no mercy. In this he had to be firm.

"Duo, open up, you have to stay on your meds."

"I won't...please don't make me, please Heero, stop it." Duo, squirmed in Heero's the tight embrace. "Heero please...I can't. Stop it Heero No. I can't,No Heero they'd hurt the baby."

Dejected, frustrated and angry, Heero once again collapsed to the floor beside the bed.

Duo had miscarried just two weeks before. He could feel the tears threaten to spill down from his tightly closed eyes. Dropping the tablets to the floor he buried his face in his hands. It was their seventh miscarriage in two years, and with every disappointment he lost a little more of Duo's spirit. Yet what could he do? Duo was determined to try again, and again. He knew his lover wanted a family, had craved it, but in the last eighteen months he watched as he became consumed by it. But it had gone on long enough. The last time had been the last time. He was unwilling to lose Duo, they had decided to start looking into alternatives. A decision that clearly Duo's delicate mental constitution had not come to terms with.

Suddenly a warm weight was deposited in his lap, his hands were pushed away and a kiss placed on his cheek. Warm arms wrapped around his neck, and Duo tucked his head under Heero's chin.

"I'm sorry Heero...I promise I'll start taking them again when the baby comes okay."

"Duo..."

"When the baby comes okay ..."

Heero wrapped his arms around his lover, it was all he could do not to scream out the anguish that teemed inside. .

"I'll be good, I'll keep her safe this time I promise...I'll keep our baby safe." They sat on the floor rocking each other, each locked in the prison of their own pain, each trying to comfort the other man they loved more than life.

Heero had been here before, and again the thought of killing Chang crossed his mind. The bloody idiot...so fucking excited with his news. So fucking reckless. But tomorrow Duo would be fine, or so he prayed, and if he was, he may not even remember this episode. If he wasn't, Heero would continue his battle against the Angel of Death as he always did. It was at times like these when that he longed for the battlefield of space, because the battleground of the mind was far more treacherous. Yet one thing was certain, he would be victorious, against Shinigami. There was no other choice, defeat could mean the end of Duo, his angel...the Angel of light and of life.

He remember when he first discovered his love's secret...looking into that same bathroom mirror...in the dark the blade at Duo's neck did gleam. Heero squeezed his eyes tighter, his lover he held closer. Never again, that night he had been lucky, there was enough of his Duo, his Angel of Light there to trust him to take the dagger away. His own fear of losing Duo to the Angel of Death would always be apart of his life, but he was willing to live with it, because nothing would drive him away from his lover. They would survive together, or together be lost.

***

Part 5

Platinum and ebony locks thrashed about, becoming entangled in each other. Treize watched with much content and desire as his two husbands, wrestled each other for dominance on his bed. Meanwhile he lounged on a comfortable chaise on the other side of the room. A smug look upon his face as Zechs bucked his way out from under Wufei's hold. Flipping the younger man onto his back, his black hair spread upon the wine coloured satin sheets like a mystic halo. Zechs sat astride his younger husband's thighs, while pinning his hands back above his head.

Wufei growled.

"Uhh uhh uhh."

Zechs leaned over him, his hair slipping from around his shoulders, forming a curtain around him and his lover as he licked those already deliciously red lips. A well-timed buck from Wufei brought him closer as he strained his neck higher. He captured Zechs's tongue biting into it before sucking it deeper into his own mouth intensifying their kiss. Just a moment Zechs's defences were down and he found himself sailing over onto his back.

"My turn." He said between gritted teeth, as he tried to hold Zechs's larger frame down. It thrashed about beneath him, but he held firm. Lowering his head he sought out a plump nipple, drawing his lover's sweet nectar from within. Zechs crooned, before he barked, "Bastard" up at the man who glared at him with laughing black eyes. Wufei set about a rhythm between them, his hips gyrating as he slid his slick erection along Zechs's.

When Wufei and Treize had reached their chambers they found an equally enthusiastic Zechs waiting on them. He lay nonchalantly at the foot of the bed, his midnight blue robe, tossed carelessly aside. Treize and Wufei stumbled in locked in a heated embrace; they broke from their kiss as the book that was laid out before their husband was closed with a loud thud.

"Tsk Tsk, starting with out me, you both have such bad manners indeed." Finally capturing their attentions, his two husbands stood transfixed. Those who have ever seen the once prince, could easily proclaim that he was an exceptionally handsome man. However, those who stood in that room with him, those whose brain's had mapped every contour of his nude form, they could speak of his beauty.

Treize still clothed moved towards him first but was halted as a long graceful leg rose its foot pressing hard against his chest.

"Uhh Uhh...I want to play with him first." Zechs stated, looking over his husband's shoulder at Wufei, who had quickly rid himself of his formal attire and was walking past his older husband. He didn't pause at the edge of the bed, but climbed in with the tall blonde, initiating a passionate kiss.

"You, watch us." Wufei muttered between quick kisses along Zechs's neck. Treize found himself being shoved across the room, he stumbled backwards until he found the lavish velvet couch. He was spellbound watching them while he idly rubbed the smarting spot above his sternum, where Zechs's foot had impacted him.

Their rhythm had built into a burning crescendo. "Delicious," Wufei moaned into Zechs's mouth as he sealed it with his own, his tongue invading and tracing along the perfect white teeth. A guttural growl erupted out of Zechs. Treize watched as the glistening muscles of his strong arms flex as they pulled Wufei into a vice-like hold, his long legs rose wrapping around his lovers hips.

"Don't you dare, not yet. On your back now." The steel in Zechs's voice had brought Wufei to an abrupt stop. Lifting his head to look into those cool blue eyes, his tongue slid over his lower lip, nursing away the blood from the nick Zechs had made there. His body shuddered with need. "On your back now." Zechs repeated.

Wufei complied. Manoeuvring somewhat clumsily, he lay on his back Zechs still clung to him as he did, but once he was on his back, his body uncoiled. Wufei, shivered as the cool air of the room wafted over his turgid erection. His eyes were clenched tight. He was spreading his legs preparing to submit to his love when he felt those long graceful fingers enfold his erection. He sucked in air through his closed teeth. "Uhmmm." As the deft fingers fastened the leather cock-ring ehe moaned, but it only garnered him further stern warnings.

"If you cum in my hands, there will be hell to pay, my love."

In frustration he whipped his head about side to side. He was brought out of his misery as he felt the head of his urgent brush along a familiar clef. "Mill."

"Uhh Uhhh. I'm not ready yet." With that Zechs impaled himself. Slowly he began to rock, through half lidded eyes he spared his husband, who he was now facing a mischievous grin. But it was soon replaced by an ecstacy worn grimace as Wufei, fumbling to sit up, and grabbed of his hip. Yet it was clear who was in control of their lovemaking.

"Harder, harder." Zechs coaxed him on. Tossing his hair over his shoulder, Zechs once again smiled at his other love. "So talented, isn't he?"

"Shut up and fuck me." Wufei grumped behind him.

"Temper Temper." Zechs teased, clenching his muscles as he did. Wufei howled. His head whipped backwards, the strain visible in his long neck. "No you don't" Zechs admonished. Wufei, fell back to the bed, his hips still undulating his hands grabbing fists of the sheets, as he was forced to maintain his erection, in the tight warm channel. Eyes clenched tight, Zechs continued to ride the hard member that filled him while Wufei lay beneath him making pitiful mewling sounds.

Zechs didn't notice his husband's approach, but was startled back into reality, when a hand expertly wound his hair into a tight knot, gripping it at the nape. Tipping his head back, so he looked into the rather amused, and very excited eyes of his other lover.

"Zechs if it is your plan to you continue abusing my husband in such a manner I will be forced to handle this situation appropriately."

"Is ... that... a... threat... my lord." He panted.

Putting more tension into the hold, Treize spoke again. "It is my word, you may interpret it as you wish."

Wufei, who lay supine on the bed, laughed at their antics. Treize and Zechs, loved to play when they made love, they could not afford to do it nearly as much as they would have liked but when they did it was always a stellar performance.

"Something funny kid?" Treize asked, looking down at him incredulously.

"Uhh...no." He muttered trying get back into his role as the tortured ingenue.

"And... here...I was about... to... grant him mercy." Zechs clenched his muscles violently, as he humped against Wufie's hips. "God...wanna cum...him...inside me..." He growled as his own need was getting the better of him. "Uhhh, God...take it off...take it off of him...Now Treize now."

Slipping a hand between the two, he unsnapped the restraint, Wufei body as tight a bow, arched up deeper into Zechs who howled as he shock and shook.

Gingerly, Zechs slide off the softening erection as it poured the last of its seed into him. He could still feel the convulsions making him unsteady, but he wanted to hold his young lover. Laying side by side, they curled into each other's arms.

"You were, splendid." Zechs admitted in a hoarse voice.

"As were you."

Treize had brought them a damp cloth and each cleaned the other. First, he sat beside his younger husband cleaning him gently, as he started to drift off to sleep, before he rounded to the other side of he bed a complete the same task with Zechs.

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Part 6

Suddenly Wufei woke with a start. There was a loud wailing filling the room and something heavy was on his right arm, he opened his eyes to see Zech shoving Treize off of him in an effort to extricate himself form the sheets and lover. In the attempt Treize had been pushed on to Wufei's prone body.

The wailing continued and Zechs in his lust induced stupor only managed to fall off the edge of the bed, knocking the baby monitor to the floor as he did.

"Fuck" Treize cussed as his attempt to save him from the fall was all but in vain, as he too was tangled in the sheets. {Mighty warriors the lot of them, and defeated by handwoven satin sheets} Wufei, mused as he rolled off the other side of the bed, and came over to help Zechs, as the wailing intensified.

"Taro, I...Taro."

"I know, I know, you stay here and I'll go."

Zechs was still alarmed though, as he continued his insistence on going to their son. "He'll be hungry, I'll go."

Tugging loose Zech's blue robe that was also aided sheets in the unsnarling his husbands, he raised a teasing eyebrow as it exposed Treize's withering erection. "I'll bring him back to you, once you two get covered up that is." As he turned to leave a pillow sailed over and walloped him in the back of his head. He thought about return the shot but thought better of it when he saw the worry in Zechs's eyes, and the irritated look he gave Treize for the childish stunt. No, he would have his revenge later. Their son needed them now.

The crying quickly quieted once Taro was lifted from his crib, he burrowed his head into the crook of Wufei's neck, wiping his teary eyes there. Rubbing slow soothing circles against the child's back, Wufei, moved back and forth from one leg to the other, before turning to return to the bedroom. He could not help but think of what it would be like to hold his own as he did Taro, Taro was his of course. He knew that, but what of the child within him...he had promised he'd tell them tonight, he forgotten in all the excitement earlier.

"Ohh baby, I'm such an idiot, Daddy forgot your feeding time, didn't I?" Zech's held his arms high for his son to be delivered to him. He and Treize had straightened the bed and were sitting with their backs against the bedstead when Wufei returned. Zechs took the child that immediately wriggled its way to his nipple. Wufei crept over his legs and crept under the covers in the middle of the bed. Treize held him and they watched Zechs and Taro play peek-a-boo with his hair. The eight-month-old baby giggled even as he nursed., but soon he was falling back to sleep.

"Hey, there you go again, are you ever going to let me know what's going on up there? Huh?" Treize asked, as he leaned over kissing Wufei's temple.

"It's nothing."

"Wufei you are not a man who dallies over the inconsequential matters. If you do not wish to share it with us, we can understand that." Zechs said pointedly towards Treize.

"But simultaneous I remind you that here is nothing that could make us reject you, our bonding can not be undone, and we are both here for you. And personally, I just wish you could confide in us more. Is it a matter of trust, because by now you should know Wufei, we will do what ever is needed for you to be come worthy of that trust." Treize pursued against Zechs' warning.

"Trust, I trust you both with my life. It would have been dishonourable for me to bond with either of you if I could not trust you both implicitly."

"Then why my little dragon, why are you still so shielded from us."

"Everything has been happening so quickly Treize, I am trying, but you must understand that it can sometimes be." He paused for a second to consider his words. "it can be very overwhelming. I do not want to disappoint either of you."

"You will not disappoint us Wufei, just let us in, let us help you. Trust us to support you." Zechs supplied.

After taking a deep breathe calmly said Wufei finally said it, "I am pregnant," simply and directly. It was the first time he had actually voiced the words, choosing instead to show Duo the test results than utter those words. He was afraid that once he did, the live with him would seem just a bit more tangible, and it did.

Zechs took his hand squeezing it. "I had wondered if you were. This is such wonderful news."

"Indeed, that my love is splendid news." Treize turned him around to face him, and was about to kiss him when he noticed the sadness in his eyes.

"Wufei surely you are happy...aren't you?" Treize asked in dismay.

Zechs released his hand as he shifted the full and sleepy child up onto his shoulder.

"Treize, leave him be." Zechs replied when they received no answer. Treize jumped from beside Wufei on the bed, he stood watching him, disbelief clearly etched on his face.

Zechs peeled the sheets back and walked silently off to put Taro back into his crib. When he returned Wufei was sitting on the couch...staring out through the window at the far end of the room, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them.

Turning around to close the door behind his son he signed sadly, but that emotion was quickly being replaced by another, one much more volatile. Looking about the floor he found monitor for the nursery and placed on the small vanity, where he sat. The silence in the room was stifling. Zechs proceeded to brush knots from his long blond hair. He had done it once already that night, but their earlier episode had made that effort completely null and void.

Treize was the first to speak. "Wufei, I don't understand this. Why would carrying our child instil such sadness in your soul?"

"Treize this is not sadness, my love."

"Then why do you react so?"

"It is fear." Zechs said flatly manner, while he plaited his hair.

"Yes, I am afraid." Wufei admitted.

"But what is there to fear? You will not be alone, my dragon, we will help you, every aid you need will be given to you, you are part of our family now you must know this." Treize reassured him.

"You do not understand. It is much more than that, it is..."

"Complicated." His tone betrayed his anger.

"Yes Zechs, it is complicated. I am a child of war. All I have ever known was war. Then it was over, and I felt lost, but you two found me, and within two short years I was bonded to you both, there is just so much I do not know of the life I've entered. I am trying Treize I am, but I fear...I fear losing myself."

"Losing your self or losing your honour?"

"Is not one the same?" Wufei asked a bit perplexed.

"The greatest of all fears, is it not? The losing of one's honour." Treize mused.

"Of course." Wufei supplied. "Repugnant is the man who would exist without honour."

"Repugnant indeed." Zechs mused.

"And this news, the news of carrying our child instils this fear in you?"

Wufei thought a moment. "Yes." he said tentatively.

"So is that what you see when you look at me, am I some filthy aberration, an honour-less man." Zechs slammed the brush down hard on the vanity; the few items that stood shook as if to shudder in fear.

"Zechs" Treize called.

Ignoring him Zechs went on. "Am I a man with no honour? Did I forfeit my honour when I lay beneath you, or when I choose to submit to him and to you, did it leave me when I conceived and bore our child, or maybe I lose it every day because I dare to hold him to my breast, like some lowly peasant? Where? When did I lose my honour Wufei?"

Wufei uncoiled himself and walked over that far window, as he continued to look out into the starry night. From there he could see the lights of the mammoth ship that was their home. It was the first place he ever considered home, even more so than the monastery.

"Talk to us, Wufei. Surely that isn't what you meant, and even if it is, how can we make things better for you when you never let us know? The days of protecting us from yourself are long over; you couldn't now even if you try. Keeping us in the dark only leads to confusion and pain. I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt Zechs as you did, nor he you, but look at what pushing us away leads to. Please talk us Wufei." Treize urged.

Releasing a deep breath he had not even noticed he had taken Wufei started. "Never, not once did I harbour such thoughts evil thoughts Zechs, my only fear is that I will be unable to be as good a parent to our child as you have been. All I know is the battle field." He felt a chill move through him as he thought about the war. "What do I know of being a father, a birth parent all the more, when I can't even remember my own?" He turned around to see that Treize was standing just a few feet away from him.

"My life dictates that I change, but I don't know how. Then I see you with Taro, how could you think that I could ever look down upon you. I revere your spirit. Everything you do is with such ennobled grace. What I fear is failing you and Treize and this child I have been chosen to carry. I fear my own inability to complete this new task this new mission that life has set before me with the honour and dignity it deserves. It is my most important task yet, and failure has such great consequences. How do I proceed, how do I become that that I must? How do I fulfil my new role when I can hardly grasp what it is meant be, before it shifts and changes again and again? These are the questions that plague me. This is my fear. How am I do all this, with my honour in tact, failure to do so shames not only me, but those I love most in the world. My family."

In his moments of inner confusion Wufei found himself enveloped in the arms of his husbands. Zechs cradled his head to his shoulder, and Treize kissed his crown. He looked into both their eyes and saw not anger nor disgust but only compassion and love and Wufei wept. It had been the first time in the young man unburdened his heart to them, and if he admitted it, it was the first time he had ever granted himself such freedom. Even in the strange new environs he felt at home with his lovers. They offered him the one ting he never felt would ever be his, they offered acceptance.

"It is a fear we all face my love." Treize spoke. "But you are not alone, you never have to be again, that is the meaning of being a part of this family, the three of us we will navigate the find our path together. Our combined experiences will see us through."

END