Disclaimer: Well, I don’t own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters. All I own in this fic is Rimbo and Lambert(who’d want them?) and Con. This fic is purely for my amusement and the amusement of other GW-crazed hentais, and I don’t make any money off of it. Arigato for reading!

Con set Wufei into the small bathtub in the bathroom. The Chinese boy whimpered as fever-hot skin met cool porcelain. Trowa and Quatre stood in the doorway. Con looked at them.

"You’d probably better just go in the next room. There’s not enough space in here for all of us," the older boy said. The two pilots nodded reluctantly and left. Con shut the door behind them. Turning back to the tub, he gently unwound the gauze covering and the bandages. He paused as he reached for Wufei’s pants but then pushed away his nervousness. All that mattered was getting Wufei’s temperature down. Even though he felt a little…attracted…to the exotic boy, the bronzed skin that was under his fingertips, the smooth skin sheathing catlike muscles…Con quelled that line of thought. Damning his hormones, the older boy grasped the waist of the loose white pants and pulled them down, revealing long, muscular legs. Con stared at the white briefs the other boy wore as if they were going to bite him. Gathering his courage, he swiftly removed them as well. His breath caught as his eyes swept over the naked boy, who was only slightly coherent. Wufei’s eyes widened a bit as his fuzzy mind told him he was totally naked in front of this almost-stranger, but his body was too weak to protest. The Chinese boy lay feverish and helpless as Con turned on the tap, cold water splashing over him. Wufei struggled as much as his heavy limbs allowed as the chill from the water hit his skin, but he could not move. Con spoke softly, trying to soothe the other boy as he plugged the drain. When the water was over Wufei’s hips, he turned off the tap and began cupping the water in his hands, raising them to pour the cold liquid over the other boy’s heated body. Con thoroughly wet his hands and ran them up and down the Chinese boy’s arms and legs, wetting the fevered skin and allowing the air to help cool the other boy. Wufei’s eyes were half-closed, the bright obsidian dulled from the fever that had overtaken his body, and his breathing was rough. Con kept up the impromptu bath, constantly splashing water on the younger boy’s body and even dampening his face with the cool water. By now Wufei’s mind was only half working, his mind unable to comprehend the feel of the cold on his skin and the sensation of someone touching him. While he did not like the cold liquid that was being poured onto him, some part of his mind was soothed by the touch. He had almost drifted off when Con stopped, seeing the flush gone from the Chinese boy’s caramel skin. Grabbing a large towel, he lifted the other boy from the tub and wrapped it around him, rubbing the skin through the towel to dry it. Con carried his burden out of the bathroom and into the main room, where Trowa and Quatre looked up anxiously.

"His temperature seems to have gone down," he said, sitting down on the cot, settling Wufei on his lap. Quatre’s face showed obvious relief. Con looked at them. "Would you mind getting some clean clothes out for him? He needs something fresh on," he added, looking down at the still form in his arms. As the two pilots turned, two figures appeared in the doorway, the sunlight behind them making it hard to see who they were. Con tensed, and Quatre and Trowa went on the defensive. Then one of the figures spoke.

Wufei felt something wrap around his bare skin, strong arms holding him close, carrying him somewhere, and then he felt himself settled comfortably on a lap. His mind screamed that he shouldn’t let anyone get this close, that it wasn’t good to get close to others, but his body ignored the protests. Then the person holding him tensed up. Through the haze of his thoughts, Wufei heard a familiar voice, one that had tormented him enough in the past.

"Hey, is this the welcome we get? Geez, guys, I feel so loved!" A wide, familiar grin appeared on the speaker’s face. Quatre smiled back.

"Duo, Heero!" the blonde exclaimed happily. He and Trowa relaxed as Heero and Duo stepped into the room. Heero looked at Con, who still held Wufei, the Chinese pilot covered only by the towel. Quatre noticed the look.

"Wufei developed a fever from the wound earlier, and Con," the smaller pilot said, gesturing toward the older boy, "just brought it down. Trowa and I were going to get some fresh clothing for him," Quatre told the Japanese pilot. Duo’s grin faded slightly.

"Is Wu-man gonna be okay?" he asked, looking at the still form of his fellow pilot. Con grinned slightly at the affectionate nickname.

"Wufei is going to be fine, if," he said with a pointed look at Trowa and Quatre, "we can get him into some clean clothing." Quatre blushed and Trowa almost looked embarrassed. Con smiled then. "There is some clothing that should fit him in the drawers of the dresser closest to the door," he said. The two boys immediately moved to said dresser. Heero and Duo moved closer to Con. Heero had a slightly distrustful expression on his face, but Duo was all smiles. The braided pilot failed to suppress a grin as Wufei unconsciously moved a little closer to Con’s chest.

"Well, I see Wufei trusts you, Con!" The American grinned even wider as a faint blush stole across the older boy’s cheeks. "My name’s Duo, and this great conversationalist next to me is Heero," he said, pointing a thumb at the Japanese pilot, who merely grunted. Con nodded, catching the affectionate joke, his face slightly amused.

"The name’s Connor Freeman, but my friends call me Con," he said, a friendly smile on his face. Trowa and Quatre walked over with the results of their search through the dresser, a pair of black cotton pants and a white cotton sleeveless pullover. After he took the clothes, Con smiled at the other pilots.
"I’m sure you won’t mind giving Wufei some privacy while I get the clothes on him," he said. When Duo looked surprised and Heero shifted slightly, he sighed. "I’ve already seen him unclothed when I gave him the cold bath, and I’m sure he’d rather his dignity not be infringed upon more than it has been, okay?" he finished, cocking an eyebrow at the four boys standing around. He smiled again. "Unless somebody else wants to dress him…" Quatre and Duo blushed outright, Trowa’s eyes widened, and Heero just stared at him. Without another word, they all left the room and went outside. Con chuckled a bit as he rebandaged the bullet wounds and dressed the exotic boy. He had to admit, the combination of black, white, and Wufei’s natural skin tone looked good. He lay Wufei back on the cot, not covering him this time with the thin blanket. Then he went outside and joined the four pilots, who were sitting on the beach. Con sat down between Quatre and Heero, with Trowa and Duo at each end of the line formed by their bodies. He looked very serious.

"Wufei’s doing better. He’s resting comfortably and his wounds are looking better. But, there is something I think we need to talk about," he said, and the others looked at him expectantly. Con took a breath and continued, looking at Heero and Duo. "I don’t know if you’ve been told all the details, since I assume it was you Trowa called on the communicator, but last night two people that I am acquainted with tried to take Quatre and hold him for ransom. Thanks to Wufei’s interference, they failed, but they’re still out there. One of the two, Rimbo, who is the leader of a local…gang, I guess you might say, is not one to give up. I am certain he will be back, and the next time we will need to stop him. There is no way of telling when they will strike, but I’m sure Rimbo has told them of the money that can be had if they succeed in getting Quatre," he finished. Duo looked determined as he spoke.

"Then I guess we’ll just have to be on our guard." The others nodded their agreement.

Over the next few days, Wufei continued to get better. The bandages finally came off for good, and Quatre pronounced the Chinese pilot fit again. Early in the morning, Wufei would go out on the beach and work out, going through katas to exercise the stiff muscles in his shoulder. One time, Con happened to wake up and leaned against the doorway, watching Wufei practice in the gray light of early morning. The Chinese boy had left his hair down, a rare occurrence, and it swung around his face like a crow’s wing as he whirled gracefully through the forms, his feet bare, as was his muscled chest. Con watched as the sun rose over the ocean, splashing highlights of gold and red onto Wufei’s face and hair. The Chinese pilot looked like a graceful fey, dancing to some unknown music, with the surf as the background. The only colors Con could see were the black of Wufei’s hair and pants, the brightening sparkle of the ocean, the muted earth tones of the sand, and the highlights on the boy’s bronzed skin. Without a sound, Con slipped out of the doorway and made his way to a small building close to the cabin. Entering, he closed the door behind him and didn’t come out again until lunchtime.

The pilots sat around the kitchen table eating sandwiches for lunch when Con walked in. Duo looked up.

"Hey Con, where’ve you been? Have you been hiding from us or something?" Con grinned.

"No, nothing like that. I’ve just been doing some things that needed doing," he replied. Duo shrugged and continued eating his sandwich. Wufei looked sharply at the older boy, but refrained from commenting. Con gave Wufei his best innocent look, and the Chinese boy almost couldn’t stop himself from giving a disbelieving snort. The older boy looked too much like Duo when he was up to something. Con merely grinned and sat down to make himself a sandwich. The six of them ate in companionable silence. Duo finished stuffing the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. The braided pilot swallowed audibly and licked the crumbs from his mouth. Then he looked at Con.

"Hey Con, do you think we could do something today besides sit around the cabin? I’m bored!" he complained, a slight whine in his voice. Con chuckled at the woebegone expression on Duo’s face.

"Well, I guess I could take a day off from combing the beach, and we could go swimming..." he started, but Duo’s shout of glee drowned out anything else he would have said. The braided maniac jumped out of his chair and raced to the doorway. Then he looked back.

"What are you guys waiting for? Last one in is a rotten egg!" With this proclamation, he sped onto the beach, throwing off his shirt and tossing his shoes behind him. Con called out from the doorway.

"Stay in the shallows for a while until your lunch digests!" He grinned as he watched the pilot splash through the surf. He turned as Heero spoke.

"Hn. For Duo, digestion shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes, and then he’ll be hungry again." Quatre laughed at the joke, and even Trowa let a smile show. Wufei cocked an eyebrow at Heero, surprised at the humor. Heero just looked back and spoke again. "We should probably get out there and make sure Duo doesn’t get into any trouble," he said, a faint smile softening his usually intense face. Not much later, everyone was splashing in the surf as well. Shirts went flying as they ran into the water, Wufei, Con and Quatre in loose cotton pants, Trowa in jeans, and Heero in spandex. The variety of their group seemed comfortable as everyone relaxed and just concentrated on having fun.

Wufei floated on the water, enjoying the peace. The others were having a water fight in the more shallow area near the beach. Wufei had found a good spot near an outcropping of rocks that hid him from prying eyes, and the yells and splashes from the direction of the beach were not enough to destroy his feeling of solitude. Until…something splashed over Wufei, the surprise causing him to go underwater. When he had sputtered to the surface, he was greeted by the grinning face of Con. Wufei pushed strands of hair that had come loose from his ponytail behind his ears, and glared at the older boy.

"Why on earth did you do that?" he exclaimed. Undaunted by the intimidating glare, Con merely grinned.

"Oh, just because you looked too serene, and I just had to intrude!" he answered. Wufei growled at him and dove underwater. Con looked startled. Then something pulled on his legs and he went under. As he surfaced, he saw Wufei, a smug look on his face.

"Now that is justice," the Chinese boy proclaimed. Con grinned.

"I’ll show you justice!" the older boy cried, and the battle began. Con splashed a large wave at Wufei, who closed his eyes and ducked slightly. Con was not in front of him any longer as he opened his eyes, though. Almost immediately, someone grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms to his sides in a strong embrace. Wufei struggled in surprise, relaxing only momentarily when he heard Con’s chuckle from behind. With a flurry of movement, Wufei freed his arms and kicked back strongly with both feet, making contact with Con’s legs and causing the older boy to loosen his grasp. The Chinese boy turned quickly, intending to punish the other for his intrusion…and found himself face to face with the older boy. Black met deep brown as they locked gazes. Con found his eyes drawn to Wufei’s mouth, mentally tracing the contours, and wondered briefly how he would taste. The older boy transformed thought into deed as he captured the younger boy’s mouth with his. Wufei stiffened, slightly startled, but then began to return the kiss, wrapping both arms around Con’s neck. Con nibbled gently at Wufei’s lower lip, finding that he liked the taste of the Chinese boy blended with the salty tang from the ocean water they had been swimming in.

"Con, Wufei, where are you?"

The voice broke into the quiet that surrounded them, and both boys broke apart instantly. Quatre swam around the rocks, and his face broke into a smile when he saw them.

"There you are! Everyone’s been wondering where you two went off to!" he said, happy to see them. The small blonde paused slightly when he noticed the two boys were breathing heavily and their lips looked rather swollen. He smiled inwardly. Had he interrupted what he thought he had interrupted? His gaze was drawn to a movement on the rocks behind Wufei and Con. Immediately his eyes widened in surprise and the two boys looked behind them to see what had startled the blonde. The first thing they saw were two guns aimed at them, being held by Rimbo and Lambert. Con cursed under his breath. Rimbo grinned at them.

"Well now," he said to Quatre, "why don’t you climb out of the water up here with us, unless you’d like us to shoot Con and your Oriental buddy here." The blonde nodded slowly, nervously fingering a tiny gold pendant around his neck, and swam over to the rocks, climbing up to the two on top. Lambert grabbed Quatre’s hair, pulling him in as he wrapped a rope around his wrists. The smaller boy’s eyes teared up and Wufei growled softly under his breath, but there was nothing they could do. Lambert raked his gaze over the small pilot appreciatively. Quatre shivered under his scrutiny. Rimbo sneered at Con. "Hey Con, why don’t you climb on up here too? We need an extra hostage," he laughed. Con glared at the two older boys on the rocks.

"I’m only called Con by my friends, Rimbo. You can call me Connor," he said. He didn’t move from the water. Rimbo frowned. Then he looked at Lambert.

"Hey Lambert, point your gun at the Chinese guy," he said. Then he grinned suddenly. "Me and Lambert saw what you and the hero here were doin’," he said. "You seem to be a popular guy around here. Well, if you don’t want your second boyfriend to have another hole put in him, you’ll climb up," he added. Wufei blushed and Con grumbled to himself as he found hand and footholds on the slippery rocks. Rimbo gestured toward Quatre with his gun. "Stand over by him," he ordered Con. The older boy complied, glancing over at Wufei in the water. Lambert secured Con’s wrists with rope also. Con wished he could fight, but with a gun on Wufei at all times, he was helpless to do anything. Rimbo gave a lingering glance at Wufei. "Hey Con, I would hate to break up two lovebirds," he snickered, "so how about we invite the Chinese along for the party?" he asked mockingly. Lambert pressed his gun to Quatre’s temple, while Rimbo pressed the barrel of his gun against Con’s forehead. "Con, tell him to get out of the water." Con turned to Wufei.

"Wufei, you’d better come up too," he said, muscles tense. Rimbo smiled, and it was not a nice smile.

"Wufei, huh? Well, come on up Wufei, the more the merrier!" he chuckled. Wufei kept his face expressionless as he reached the top of the rocks. As he climbed, he noticed Rimbo’s gaze on him, eyeing the way his wet cotton pants clung to the muscular legs underneath. The light-haired thug grinned at Con.

"Hey there Con, I can see why you chose him," he said. "He sure has a great body. He must work out, huh? And his skin is such an interesting color," he added. Rimbo walked closer to Wufei, circling him until he stopped behind the Chinese boy. "His hair’s even longer than yours," he mused, fingers playing with the other boy’s ponytail. Wufei tensed, prepared to strike, when Lambert pressed the muzzle of his gun harder against Quatre’s forehead, causing the blonde to whimper in pain. Wufei froze, looking at the ground. Rimbo just laughed and pulled out the ponytail holder, shaking loose the ebony strands until they fell around the Chinese boy’s bowed face. Then Rimbo moved in front of Wufei, whispering in his ear. "Nightie-night," he said. Wufei looked up in surprise, gasping as a fine mist from a small tube hit his face and inhaling the knockout spray. His eyes rolled back and he fell, deeply asleep, into Rimbo’s arms. Con twisted the rope on his wrists, but it wouldn’t give. Quatre’s eyes widened, and he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"TROWA!" Rimbo sprang toward the smaller blonde, clamping a hand harshly over his mouth. He put his face right next to Quatre’s until their noses were almost touching.

"If you pull one more stunt like that, I will personally do something nasty to your black-haired friend," he snarled. "So if you don’t want him to bleed, you’d better behave yourself! Do you understand?" he spat. Quatre nodded. Lambert grinned as he shoved Quatre and Con forward toward a jeep, while Rimbo heaved Wufei over his shoulder.

Duo laughed as he sent a large wave of water at Heero and Trowa. A sudden shout stopped all three.

"TROWA!"

Trowa’s head snapped up.

"That was Quatre," he said, sounding concerned. He looked around. "Where did Quatre go?" Duo thought a moment.

"Last time I saw him, he was headed for those rocks over there to look for Wufei and Con," he braided pilot said. All three dove into the water, heading for the rocks.

At the rocks, there was no one to be seen, but Heero’s sharp eyes spotted a black ponytail holder on the ground. Further exploration revealed a set of jeep tracks. The three boys looked grimly at each other. Heero spoke.

"Well, I guess we’ll see if the transmitter we gave Quatre really is waterproof."