the Tightrope + Chapter 4 (cont)
Wufei turned around to put his shirt in the basket...
... and nearly swallowed his tongue. He had caught a flash of totally
nude backside, only covered by damp tendrils of hair here and there. Duo
had been walking into the shower stall, without any clothes on, his pale
butt, a striking contrast against the more toned remainder of his skin,
and very flashing through the dark gold locks that were tumbling from
his half-undone braid to stick on the small of his back.
Duo got the shower running and began to undo his braid, and Wufei could
only stay where he was, unable to detach his eyes from the troubling blurred
picture the stained glass offered.
"Ah, shit, I've got mud everywhere! 'Fei, help?"
The black-haired boy nearly jumped, caught in the middle of his daydream.
"Wufei?" called Duo, reaching to turn out the water. Wufei hurried
to the stall door and half-opened it, careful not to peek inside.
"Gimme a hand here? I can't reach everywhere and each one of my hairs
is coated by a layer of mud, it's disgusting..."
"... ok..." agreed the Asian boy in a low voice. His heart was
beating in his throat and he couldn't seem to control the throbbing in
"You've still got your pants on, idiot!"
Looking away, Wufei let his pants slide from his hips and flung them into
the basket. He couldn't look at Duo; it was just impossible. His cheeks
were warm, warmer even that the rest of his body, and he could feel his
heartbeat nearly everywhere in himself, it was beating so hard.
He jumped when two hands touched the waist of his boxers and tugged down.
Duo was looking at him, his eyes dark and intense under his messy, wet
"It's ok, Wufei," he whispered, tugging the boxers a little
"Help me?" asked Duo, turning around to show him his hair, cascading
down his back in snarled tangles.
Wufei swallowed nervously and before having the time to think about what
he was doing, he took off his boxers and stepped into the stall. The hand
he put on Duo's shoulder to tell him to give him some space, shot arcs
of tingling warmth through his whole arm, which went to bury into his
He took hold of the showerhead and carefully directed it to the top of
the mass of tangles, to see if the mere weight and soft push of the water
could untangle some of it. It did, but not much. The mud was acting against
the natural tendency of Duo's hair to just slide free.
"Give me the shampoo," he instructed, proud to hear that his
voice didn't tremble or sound overly breathy, but totally casual.
Duo obeyed in silence, and Wufei began to work the shampoo into his hair,
slowly, using its slippery feel to untangle most of the locks with his
fingers. The long tendrils stayed stuck against his skin, around his fingers,
up to his wrists, and he had to fight them, to smooth them back in place,
with the mass of Duo's hair, where they promptly meshed with the rest
and went to plaster themselves against the pale back, languidly slipping
lower and lower over the mass until they were in place.
Wufei was concentrating so much on his task, so as not to have an embarrassing
reaction, that it wasn't until Duo put his hand against the wall in front
of himself and sighed that he realized that the American's legs were oh-so-discreetly
"Duo...?" he called in a voice whose huskiness surprised him.
The pale shoulders before him tensed briefly, then without turning toward
him, Duo reached back to take the shower head from his hands, put it back
into its support, then reached back once again to grab him. He caught
his wrists, and gently tugged until Wufei's arms were circling him, snugly
pressed against his wet skin. The Chinese's intake of breath was shaky-sounding
at best, and he gasped silently when the boy pressed his back into his
own chest. Shampoo bubbles were lazily sliding down both their skins,
and the damp tendrils of hair plastered themselves against his torso,
Medusa's serpents ensnaring a man in their embrace.
"Duo..." the black-haired boy sighed, pressing his mouth to
the other teen's shoulder, tasting the skin.
The American turned around in his embrace and circled his neck with his
arms, pressing their fronts together. They both gasped when their bellies
came into contact, then sighed against each other's mouths before kissing
Wufei's hair was escaping his ponytail's confines, slowly freeing itself
to go caress his boyfriend's face. Laughing lightly, Duo chased the damp
bangs from his nose and tucked them behind Wufei's ears, caressing their
ridge in passing. The Chinese boy shivered and pressed his face into the
hollow of his comrade's shoulder.
Duo dug his fingers into black hair, massaging the skull below, descending
toward the higher part of his nape, and Wufei arched against him uncontrollably,
when the bolts of pleasure shot down to the small of his back.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" chirped Duo, doing it again without
"Oh yes..." moaned the boy, slumping against him. Heero had
done it too, but, maybe it was Duo, maybe it was the water, it hadn't
quite had as much of an effect.
Duo laughed low in his throat, and Wufei nibbled at his earlobe to teach
him to laugh at him.
"Gods, Wu... Maybe we should stop that for the moment and wash ourselves,
or we're gonna get a good splash of cold water just when we get around
"You're right," sighed the black-haired man, disengaging from
the other's arms.
He blushed like mad when, lowering his eyes a second, he caught sight
of their arousal, pointing high toward each other's. Duo was as excited
by this as he was.
He had control of his physical need, repeated the boy, again and again,
grabbing the soap and beginning to lather his arms and shoulders. He had
control of his physical needs. He would not jump Duo. He had control of
his physical needs. Jumping Duo was bad. He had...
"Wash my back?" asked the imp, turning around and winking saucily
at him over his shoulder.
He lifted his arms to lift the mass of hair off his back and let it fall
over his other shoulder, baring his body from nape to heel, the position
making his muscles shift under his pale skin. Wufei moaned out loud, half
aroused, half appalled at the influence the little demon had on him.
"Damn you," he growled, rubbing the soap against Duo's skin
with energy. The chestnut-haired boy laughed.
"I'll do yours, if you want, 'Fei-love..."
Choking on a moan, the Chinese teen pressed tight against his back and
bit down on his neck, sliding his arms around to flatten his palms on
the tease's nipples and caress them in short circular motions. Duo arched
back into him, his buttocks clenching against Wufei's groin.
"Don't call me that! Do you want to be washed or what?"
"Call you what?" whispered Duo. "Fei? Or love?"
One second later, Duo had been whirled around and was backed up against
the solid wall of the shower stall, his lover huddled up against him,
caressing his chest with one hand and his hip with the other, devouring
his mouth as if he was trying to swallow him whole. The chestnut-haired
boy moaned and caressed back; sliding his hands down Wufei's back to his
butt and kneading it, pushing his hips rhythmically into his own. Their
tongues danced together, pushing, caressing, chasing each other around.
They had trouble at the beginning establishing a common rhythm, but finally,
the hand Wufei had on the other boy's hip slid lower, to the crack of
his butt, making Duo grunt, then lower still, to the higher thigh, and
he guided the boy until his leg was bent high and wrung around his own
hips. The other leg stayed dangling, not quite touching the ground enough
to gain leverage.
Duo moaned. The position made his hips shift upward, opening his legs
to accommodate his lover's hips, offering his body in a totally vulnerable
position, and giving the maximum of stimulation.
Wufei's foot slipped a little, and Duo clung tight to his shoulders, startled.
But the Chinese got his equilibrium back and found a way to put his feet
so he wouldn't slide again, something decidedly unpleasant in the middle
of things. Duo laughed nervously.
"Don't worry, I won't..." murmured the black-haired boy, rubbing
for the first time his member against the crack running between his lover's
cheeks and thighs.
Another slow push. The head of his cock pushed past Duo's balls, rubbing
against his shaft.
They rubbed against each other, their whole body caressing the other's
body, faster and faster, losing themselves in an ascending spiral of pleasure
coming from the warm water falling down on them, their hands kneading
into each other's muscles, and the so intimate contact.
It didn't take long to bring them over, and they stayed in the shower
stall for a long time afterwards, slumped against each other, slowly recovering,
panting under the cooling water.
Finally they were able to get up again, and rinsed themselves of their
mixed essences and the soap their contacts had covered them with everywhere,
a decidedly interesting way of washing, before walking out of the stall,
exchanging deep looks of understanding and tender little smiles, a whole
dialogue without any words.
While Wufei was squeezing Duo's hair in a towel, Duo dried Wufei, patting
down his body. They got into each other's way more than once, but it never
lasted long enough to get awkward. There was a need to take care of the
other, neither knew quite why.
Finally, they were mostly dry. They stood facing each other, staring into
each other's eyes, unwilling to leave behind this so intimate moment of
sharing. Then Duo had an impish smile, breaking the atmosphere.
"But next time, I'm in charge."
Wufei was surprised at the way his body reacted to this confident affirmation.
If he hadn't had a climax not long ago, he would have probably reacted
visibly. As it was, he still felt warmth coil up in his belly. God, he
loved men. He loved strength. And Duo was one of the strongest people
he knew, mentally and physically... And was promising to show him how
much he was. So exciting.
"You know what?" The brown-haired boy asked out of the blue.
"We don't have any clean clothes with us. We're gonna have to run
to our rooms naked."
"Oh gods! I hope Yuy's still in the kitchen," groaned Wufei,
mortified at the idea of being caught strutting around in his birthday
Duo snickered, amused by his lover's prudishness. It wasn't as if Heero
had never seen Wufei naked. They had even made out, damn it.
"Here we go!!" he exclaimed, tugging at Wufei's wrist as he
began running down the corridor.
They were already in the stairway when they heard Yuy move around in the
kitchen, calling them and asking what was happening.
"Nothing, honey!!!" Duo called laughingly. Wufei jumped forward
and ran even faster, dragging Duo behind him. They thundered into Wufei's
old room, and he slammed the door behind him, slumping against the wooden
planks and sighing.
"Damn, this is the most embarrassed I've ever felt since the time
Meiran caught me cuddling my old plush dragon!"
Duo burst out laughing. Harrumphing at his lack of compassion, Wufei went
to his bed to dig into his pack for clothes.
He found himself caught, his arms pressed against his sides, blocked by
the arms Duo had tightened around his hips, and yelped when the American
lifted him up, kicking twice before he felt Duo stumble, and then going
carefully unmoving. His lover's arms were strong around him, totally imprisoning
him, and there was no way he could get free without seriously hurting
"Duo! Let me go!"
"Nope, don't want to," laughed the boy.
Wufei wriggled, and froze when he heard him moan.
"Didn't we talk about letting me be in charge?" he whispered
before flinging him on the bed. Wufei just had the time to turn around
before he was pounced on and buried in the soft mattress by the weight
of his lover's slim but strong body.
"Again!? But, Duo..."
The chestnut-haired boy laughed, propping himself up on his forearms to
look down at him, his drying hair falling down around them both, like
a silky tent.
"Duo, I can't!"
"Oh yes you can. Want me to show you?"
He began to travel down his chest, mapping diverse areas with his lips
and tongue, making the black-haired boy shiver and bite back a moan.
There was a knock at the door.
"Hey, are you coming to eat, or do I throw your shares in the trashcan?"
They froze, blinking at each other. Duo grinned at Wufei, mouthing: "But
I'm already eating..."
"Err... We're coming in a few minutes, just searching for clothes!!"
called Wufei, praying for Yuy not to open the door.
He sighed, relieved, when he heard him walk back down the stairs... then
gasped and nearly cried out when Duo caught his cock head in his mouth
and began to leisurely suck, making little slurps, like an infant suckling
at their mother's breast.
"Hey, I wanna eat, and you said you'd come in a few minutes. I just
wanna help you..."
"That was very lame as far as dirty jokes go, you kn...ooOOH!"
Duo chuckled, lapping at his shaft, cat-like.
"You were sayinmmh?" he asked while swallowing him again.
"St-top HUMMING around me, damn-it!!!"
Heero was sitting at the kitchen table, pensively staring at the food
he had gone to lengths as of yet unknown to prepare by himself, and playing
with his napkin. He wasn't fooled one second; he knew what they were doing
in Wufei's room. You didn't need to go to Harvard to understand that.
And they had taken a shower together... knowing Duo and his love, no,
need, for physical intimacy, it hadn't been only a shower either.
He didn't know how he was supposed to feel, waiting for his lover and
his lover's lover to show up and join him, knowing that they were making
love just above his head. Anger at their lateness and lack of regard for
He didn't feel jealous, knowing that Wufei was experimenting, for the
first time probably, the pleasures Duo's total love could bring, knowing
that Duo was wholly devoting himself to the Chinese warrior. If anything,
he was content for them.
He just felt lonely.
So damn lonely.
The food was only lukewarm when he finally heard the stairs creaking under
their feet, and their laughing voices whispering words he couldn't clearly
make out to each other, but definitely intimate. He turned his head to
look at the door, the biggest move he had made since he had sat there
to wait, and quietly slipped out of his chair to go put their plates in
the microwave, not saying a word. They were finishing the exchange they
had begun in the stairs and he didn't really try to make sense of their
words, letting them wash over him. They were here, in the room.
He still felt lonely.
'Damn it!! Enough with the self-pity!!' he mentally snarled. They were
there, he wasn't alone anymore! Yes, they had had an intimate moment in
which he hadn't even been thought about, he was sure, but it had been
their right and he had known it would happen when he had proposed the
arrangement. He hadn't thought about Wufei earlier, when he had been with
Duo at the hangar. So why did he feel so glum now?
He took a deep breath and turned to face them. They were looking at each
other with a tender look in their eyes, smiling. Intimate.
As if he wasn't even in the fucking room.
"Hey, thanks Heero! You didn't need to do that, it's our own fault
if we eat cold..."
Heero looked at Duo, startled out of his thoughts.
So, Duo had been taking notice of his actions, even when talking with
Wufei... The braided boy was now smiling at him, half glad and half embarrassed.
"Sorry we made you wait, love..." he muttered, leaning toward
him. He wound his arms around Heero's shoulders and kissed him thoroughly,
reacquainting his tongue with the Japanese's mouth's confines. Heero relaxed
and caressed his back by reflex.
"You shouldn't have waited for us," Wufei blurted out, startled,
when he noticed that Heero's plate was untouched and as cold as theirs
The messy-haired boy shrugged, the action somewhat hindered by Duo's arms
The American pressed himself against his side, rubbing his cheek against
his shoulder, and gave him a warm smile, as intimate as the one he had
given Wufei. Heero felt a great deal of the loneliness disappear.
Then Wufei's hand brushed against his other shoulder, and he turned his
head to the other side. The Chinese boy was standing at his right, looking
to the side, his cheeks tinted pink.
"I am sorry. It was very inconsiderate of us and will not happen
And before Heero could say that it was nothing to be so concerned about,
Wufei reached out and caressed Heero's cheek, just barely brushing against
him, his palm fitting snugly against the roundness there before falling
Heero stared, eyes wide, one of his hands slowly going up to brush against
his cheek where Wufei had touched him. The black-haired boy didn't dare
look at him at first, but visibly gathered his courage to look back and
give an awkward little smile.
Not knowing what to say, Heero just bowed in acknowledgement, his eyes
"Hey, looks edible again now! Gimme your plate, Heero," Duo
said while holding the other plates out for Wufei, acting as if he hadn't
noticed, to avoid embarrassing Wufei or Heero any further.
They traded plates and the three of them sat down at the table, talking
a little while, waiting for Heero's plate to warm up, since the two longhaired
boys didn't want to eat without him. It was casual, relaxed, normal. Warm.
Definitely not lonely.
And if Wufei's fingers happened to be brushing against Heero's wrist the
whole time they waited to eat, no one seemed to notice.
* "Tu quoque, Fili": Latin, "you too, my son": Julius
Caesar's words when he saw his adoptive son Brutus amongst his assassins.
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