Heero looked up from where he sat on the threadbare couch they'd managed to procure for the safehouse. Wufei's arrival meant that they could interrogate the prisoner. As Wufei shut the door, Heero stood. "Come on, Wu. We have a job to do. We have to interrogate Une."

Heero led the unsuspecting Wufei into the dimly lit basement. The Perfect Soldier's anal nature had come in handy for this round of the mission, as he'd transformed the basement into a forbidding, depressive cell. A cell, incidentally, that was occupied. "You say you've caught Une?" Wufei asked, incredulous. "I thought we were supposed to stay out of Treize's way!"

"It doesn't matter. Une's ours, now," Heero said, nasal voice harsh in the darkness. From the shadows came a soft moan. "And now, we need information from her. But she's been refusing to cooperate."

"What did you have in mind, Heero?" Wufei asked softly.

Heero grinned. "Seduction."

Wufei eeped. "What are you talking about?!"

Heero smirked. "It was almost too easy. And face it, Wu, we'll never have a chance like this again."

Wufei slowly nodded, thinking about Heero's statement. It was true that they'd speculated on the amount of passion Lady Une might have within her, but that was when he'd never expected to do anything about it. Now that they were in an opportunity to find out if their deliberations were correct, Wufei was understandably nervous. "I suppose you're right," he told Heero reluctantly. "But it's your show."

Heero nodded and walked up to where Lady Une was bound and gagged. "Well, Lady Une," he mused. "What's the first thing you're going to do once I remove your gag?"

"She'll probably scream," Wufei pointed out, also gazing down at the captured woman.

"Which would be entirely pointless in a sound-proof basement," Heero pointed out. "But nonetheless, amusing to watch." Une glowered at them, not making a sound.

"We could just let her go," Wufei pointed out calmly. "It's not like she knows anything about our operations."

"And at this point, we know nothing of OZ," Heero agreed. "Or OZ's next movements. So why not try to break the stalemate?"

The Chinese Gundam pilot knelt down, undoing Une's gag. The OZ soldier glared at them both, but did not immediately speak. Wufei continued to kneel before her, gazing at her as he waited for Heero's orders.

"Step number one," Heero said, holding an object out to Wufei. Wufei took it, nodding, and Une saw quickly that it was a feather.

"Don't tell me that you're going to try to tickle me to death," she drawled sardonically.

Heero snorted. "Of course not. This is for my amusement. Then we warm you up," he said, pointing to the beeswax candles lighting the otherwise dreary room.

At that point, Wufei began drawing the feather along the outside shell of Une's right ear. When she jerked away, he smiled predatorially, letting the soft tendrils brush against the tender skin just behind the ear. From there, it drifted over the arch of her throat, the flesh exposed while she was unconscious. Une shivered, sighing softly. Her eyes drifted shut as she enjoyed the gentle touch, and Wufei smiled, reaching out to trace the same path with golden-skinned fingertips.

"We know what you've been thinking about us," Heero said gently, smiling down at her. "We managed to break into the OZ database. From there, it was a very easy task to get into your personal files. Just how long have you been dreaming of this situation?" Une flushed a dull red, remembering what she'd written in said files, how she'd speculated on their prowess in bed as well as on the field of battle. "We also found in your personal files," Heero continued. "Step number two to assist in your relaxation." With that, Heero turned, lighting a handful of large, three-wick candles. A few moments later, Une began to pick up on the scent, faint though it was. Rare candles indeed, she thought, enjoying the carrot-cake fragrance emanating from them.

"We found your supplier," Wufei said gently, tracing the edge of her collar as he watched her heartbeat in her throat. The butterfly touches were maddeningly stimulating, Une inwardly grumbled. "Of course, we'd never expected you to be one for bondage, Lady."

Heero just smirked and said, "You know, Lady, I always thought you'd look excellent in a Japanese rope dress."

"However," Wufei cut in. "We don't have one handy. But if you're good, we might just get you one for next time."

Lady Une finally ventured a few words. "If I'm good?"

Heero nodded curtly, walking over to a leatherbound case. With a satisfied grin, he fllipped it open and pulled out a video camera and tripod. It was quickly clear to Une how often he'd used it as she watched him efficiently set up the paraphenalia. "Hai. If you tell us what we want to know."

"Give me one good reason why I should," she grated out, trying desperately to ignore Wufei's warm, soft lips nuzzling just below her ear. It was a game, she knew, but . . .

"Well, you *could* tell us what we want to know, or we could reveal to the entire world your . . . softer side." For emphasis, he walked over and ran his fingers down her front, starting at her collarbone and ending just at the top of her hips. Though he hadn't touched anything particularly erotic, Une found herself growing overheated.

"Then again," Wufei mused, noting her reaction. "We could also just . . . stop."

Une steeled herself to keep from crying out a 'no' to that cruel suggestion. The Chinese boy clearly had a rather sadistic streak within him.

"However, before you make a final decision," Heero murmured, smiling. "The heat from the candles is making it far too warm in this room. Or is it just the candles," he mused, turning and going to a small black roll. Undoing the cloth and letting it flatten out, he revealed a long row of various . . . implements. Drawing a knife, he turned back. "In any case, that uniform needs to be . . . retailored. Wufei?"

Wufei rose, taking the knife from his koi and returning to Une. A few deft strokes left her bare above the waist but for a skimpy, lace-edged tan bra.

"You're going to have to do more than that to me if you expect me to talk," she said coldly, amazed at the will it took to keep her voice from trembling with desire.

"Anou, Heero . . . that was a challenge if I ever heard one," Wufei pointed out gently.

"So many different choices," Heero responded, fingers running over the other tools still in their places. "Which toys should we bring out next? Melted chocolate? French tickler? Blindfold? Or the battery-powered toys?" After a moment, his fingers stopped, and he turned to face them both. "Nah, let's break for dinner." With that, he turned and headed for the stairs, leaving Wufei to trail after him.

Une sat in the dimly-lit, warm room and cursed roundly. Damn those teases!