by Bronze Tigress
Wufei backs towards the centre
of the room, drawing Duo with him. He smirks, "And look, we have practical
aids, even." Leading Duo onto the sheets that have been spread out, he
pulls him down to the floor, so that both men are kneeling. Wufei kisses
his lover again, indulging in a lazy, possessive exploration of Duo's
mouth. His hands, meanwhile, pull the temporarily redheaded man's body
flush with his own before beginning their own lazy, possessive explorations.
It is now Duo's turn to groan as Wufei breaks the kiss and backs up a
"Come, then, love. I need you to lie down for me here," Wufei says as
he shifts around to Duo's side. He catches up Duo's hair with one hand,
and urges him gently to lie down with the other. Duo responds quickly,
catching up his own hair to keep it clear and sinking gracefully to the
floor. Wufei takes advantage of now free hands to grab one of the small
cushions lying nearby, slipping it neatly under Duo's head as he descends.
"For what I have in mind to work," Wufei continues, "you will need to
keep still, and listen quietly. In fact, were you anyone else, I would
be asking how you felt about having your wrists bound."
A small flicker of apprehension crosses Duo's face at the thought of being
restrained; the associations built on various past experiences are not
pleasant. Wufei has already considered the matter however, and quickly
drops a small kiss on Duo's lips to forestall any outburst. "But," he
murmurs, even before sitting back up, "I know better. So I have an alternative
in mind. Give me your hands?" Duo blinks, and considers, then somewhat
hesitantly lifts them up to put into Wufei's. "Good. Now, turn them back
to back, and lace your fingers together, like a zipper." Duo's expression
has become curious by now as he experimentally makes the suggested motions.
Wufei's voice is full of warm encouragement as he asks, "Now, do you think
you can keep them that way for me?" Duo nods, realizing that this is to
be a test of his own will. He can, obviously, let go at any moment, yet
the implication is that whatever is to come depends on his being able
to keep his hands linked. Wufei smiles warmly. "Good, that will work just
as well - and I think the rewards will prove to be... worthwhile. Now,
hands up? Good, very good, Duo." Something deep inside Duo's chest bursts
into glorious warmth at the wonder that is in Wufei's hands as he gently
- so carefully - presses Duo's linked fingers back to rest on the floor
above his head, then strokes softly down his arms, then his sides, and
the outsides of his thighs down to his knees, which he lifts enough that
Duo must put his feet down on the floor, and his back is pressed flat
to the floor as well.
When he sits back on his heels again, it is all Wufei can do to catch
his breath to praise the vision before him. "You are so beautiful, Duo,
laid out like this - like some precious offering to the gods of love and
passion..." He shakes his head, when Duo makes as if to protest, and kisses
him reverently before turning to the table behind him to pick up the small
tub of sorbet and the spoon. He pokes experimentally at the top, and apparently
satisfied, turns back to Duo. Wufei pauses for a moment to collect his
thoughts, and then begins to speak.
"A very long time ago, the Duke Ling of Wei took a lover, a Viscount whose
name was Mizi Xia." A single scoop of the sorbet descends, seemingly headed
for Duo's mouth, but coming to a halt above his chin instead. Duo's eyes,
which had been tracking the spoon's approach, cross as it comes to a stop
and then flutter closed at the first touch of the chilled spoon. The back
of the spoon traces a cool line down Duo's chin, and throat, and rests
for a moment at the hollow of his collarbones. Blue eyes pop open to lock
with black ones, and a small hiss of surprise escapes as the sensations
register. Fingers tighten their grasp on each other, lest this be over
before it even begins.
"At that time," Wufei continues, "it was forbidden for anyone to use the
Duke's carriage without his permission. Now, Mizi was a favourite of the
court, and a highly-place noble." The spoon turns over. A small shiver
is ignored, as is the almost-squirm that is quickly stilled. "Even so,
he was required to obey the laws of the land, and the penalty for such
use was loss of one's feet." The cool, damp sorbet slides, leaving slick
trails of sticky peach-scented slush in a twisting pattern across Duo's
chest as Wufei almost absentmindedly draws out kanji that relate to the
story - the Duke's name and Mizi's, the _fa_ of law, and the _zu_ of a
foot. Another scoop of sorbet fills the now-empty spoon, and Wufei continues
"One evening, however, a messenger came, breathless from running, with
the news that Mizi's mother was taken ill and lay dying. Without a second
thought, he ran out, jumped into the Duke's carriage, and sped off." More
kanji, and this time the _dao_ of a knife cuts across the earlier _zu_.
Another scoop of sorbet. "When the Duke found out, however, instead of
sending Mizi to be punished, he praised him, saying, 'what a devoted son,
to risk his feet in order to attend his sick mother' - for you must understand,
that to honour, obey, and care for one's parents is a virtue above all
others in Chinese society." Kanji for forgiveness and filial duty wander
down onto the skin of Duo's belly, eliciting another small hiss and squirm.
"Later on, when summer had come, the Duke and his lover were strolling
through the royal orchard." More sorbet traces its shivery path across
Duo's skin, following a meandering path from one stiffly attentive nipple
to the other, seeking out any still-clear patches of skin. "There were
peaches there, and Mizi saw one that had ripened early. He picked it,
and biting into it, found it sweet." This time, the spoonful of sorbet
traces Duo's lips until he opens them to receive it. "Pleased, Mizi offered
the rest to the Duke, who was touched by the gesture and praised him for
it." Wufei turns, setting the container back into the ice, and laying
the spoon down on the saucer. He picks up, instead, the bowl of caramel
and the brush, before turning back, and dropping a single feather-light
kiss on now peach-flavoured lips.
"But time passed, as it will, and the Viscount's beauty began to fade,
and the Duke's love began to wane." The brush is dipped into the caramel,
and tested against the inside of Wufei's wrist, before he begins writing
again, in swift, sure, swirling strokes. "As often happened, Mizi was
accused of a crime, although he had done nothing unusual. But the duke,
rather than excusing or praising him, said, 'That man? He once stole a
ride in my carriage, and even dared to give me a peach he had eaten half
of!'" The kanji trace liquid heat that cools quickly against chill sorbet,
fiery trails that leave Duo panting. "But it is not the Duke's passing
desires that remain with us, it is Mizi's offering to his love that we
remember. Ever since then, when my people speak of the love between two
men, one of the names they use is _fen tao_, which means 'dividing the
peach,' and another refers to 'the pleasures of the bitten peach.'" One
final swirling set of kanji finishes the tale.(1)
"But you see, Duo, part of the problem? So, we will share this
peach from the beginning." At this, Wufei turns towards the table again,
rising to his knees as he does so. He replaces the caramel and brush,
and takes up the small dish from its resting place. It is evident that
Wufei spent some time preparing for this story, as the slices of peach
are perfect, and barely thick enough to keep from bending under their
own weight. With delicate fingers, he lifts one out, and then, just as
delicately, brushes it across Duo's lips. Duo, obligingly, parts his lips,
tongue flicking forwards to lick at the juice on them. Wufei seizes the
opportunity to slip half the slice into Duo's mouth, leaning in quickly
to catch the other half between his own lips.
The kiss is the briefest brush of lips on lips that the two have shared
in some time, but the small noise of startlement Duo makes is quickly
replaced by a pleased hum as the taste and sensation register. The tiny
morsel barely requires chewing before it slides smoothly down Duo's throat,
and he lets his eyelids drift shut as Wufei picks up the next slice to
repeat the process. Each new slice is a separate new sort of tease; the
slivers of peach trace damp patterns over Duo's lips, and their liquid
slide down his throat serve only to make him wish there were more there.
The featherlight kisses, too, merely incite him further. Duo nearly cries
out in surprise when, instead of yet another slice of peach, Wufei uses
his own considerably warmer tongue to trace his lips, and this kiss is
allowed to become considerably deeper as their tongues tangle together.
"Hmmm. And now you taste of peaches, lovely one," Wufei hums, pleased,
as the kiss breaks. He reaches behind himself to put the dish on the table,
then turns back, surveying his handiwork. "It rather looks like someone
has made a mess of the rest of you, however." Wufei tucks a soft wing
of jet silk behind his ear as he bends to lick at the hollow of Duo's
throat. Duo gasps, squirms, and twists his fingers together; a small moan
of delight is quickly bitten back, but his breath comes in small panting
exhalations. "Mmm, yes, definitely tastes of peaches," Wufei comments,
before bending once again to begin licking Duo clean, like the tiger he
has so recently been named.
If the chill of the sorbet being spread had raised shivers, if the swirl
of the warm caramel-laden brush had sent streaks of pale fire rippling
across Duo's skin, those are as nothing compared to the jolts of electricity
that spark across Duo's nerves in the wake of Wufei's tongue. It is an
effort to keep from moving, from crying out as Wufei's tongue flicks across
a taut nipple, or drags its way across his collarbone, or dances up his
sternum. He tosses his head, eyes dropping shut, and moans helplessly
as Wufei works his way down, carefully bathing every trace of caramel
and peach away. It is almost too much. Wufei's tongue travels further
down, heading for Duo's stirring erection, which is already pulsing softly
with each rapid heartbeat. Wufei takes one tentative lick up the length
of it, and Duo whines and swivels his hips upwards, pleading for more.
And then Wufei sits back on his heels, shaking his head sadly. "Oh, no,
this will not do at all."
Duo's eyes, which had dropped closed the better to appreciate the tongue-bathing,
fly open, and he stares, incredulous, at Wufei.
Before he can verbally protest, however, Wufei is explaining himself.
"Not enough peach flavouring, you see," and he turns to the table to correct
that perceived flaw. A spoonful of cool, but melting, sorbet is dropped
onto the base of his lover's erection, where it slides down to nestle
in the small hollow between his balls. Several more small spoonfuls follow,
trailing up the length of Duo's shaft. "There. Now, what else have we...
Ah!" A drizzle of warmth follows the coolness, caramel dropping in a thin
stream from the brush in intricate swirls. A small clank, then, and Wufei's
tongue returns to its previous task, sampling the new flavour. "Mmmm.
Much better," Wufei purrs, and sets to work licking up the rest of the
When the bulk of the sweet mess is gone, Wufei begins taking longer licks,
alternating with little sucking kisses. Duo gasps, writhes, and moans
softly under the careful ministrations. He whines when, once again, Wufei
stops, and comments, seemingly to himself, "Decisions, decisions... Do
I finish this off now and find out what kind of filling it has, or," Wufei
pauses, and pulls Duo's knee up with one hand. A slick finger moves against
his entrance, as Wufei continues, "do I save that for later? Or perhaps,"
he says, as the finger slips in and rocks, "I should just succumb to temptation
and do both..." Wufei's mouth comes down over Duo's erection again, alternately
sucking and taking long licks, as if it were a popsicle in danger of dripping
on a too-warm day. His fingers rock and thrust inside Duo's ass in the
same rhythm, and Duo gasps as he squirms against the pillow and his self-imposed
Duo is close - so close - when Wufei lifts his head and almost casually
remarks, "The story is finished, Duo. And I want to hear you scream for
me," before dropping back to his task. As if the words have unlocked his
lips - and perhaps they have - Duo moans as the sucking and stroking resume,
crying out with each thrust, and moments later he is shouting out his
release. Wufei catches it all, and takes one last, hard suck. Quickly,
before the stars have cleared from behind Duo's eyes, Wufei is flipping
him over, onto hands and knees with his chest down and ass raised high,
and then he is sliding home in one smooth motion. He begins moving immediately,
in smooth even strokes that match the rhythm he had been using, keeping
Duo from falling out of the aftershocks. Each thrust drags another trembling,
gasping cry of ecstasy from Duo's lips, and Wufei cannot hold out for
long. Soon, much sooner than he would have thought possible, he is coming
again, hands tightening around Duo's waist, hips slamming through their
last few thrusts, and the roar of the tiger sounds once more, echoing
in two throats.
Wufei collapses against Duo's back, forehead pressed between his love's
shoulder blades, arms wrapping around his chest and waist, holding on
as if to keep from drowning. A long moment passes, counted out in gradually
slowing heartbeats and ragged breathing, before Wufei turns his head,
rubbing his cheek against Duo's spine. "Ah, me. Even when you give
me control, I have none around you." There is a slightly rueful tone to
Wufei's voice as he says it, and he gives Duo a quick squeeze before straightening
and moving to pull away.
Duo is having none of it, however. "Oh, no, you don't, Wufei. I am not
letting you do that to yourself again, do you hear me?" He waits only
long enough for Wufei to get clear before he sits back on his heels, and
turns to look at his now slightly confused lover. "You had more than enough
control to get the job at hand done. And speaking of which," he lifts
his hands, fingers still linked, "I think you were right. That was definitely
worthwhile. At least, from my end of things. And it certainly sounded
like you enjoyed it, yes?" Wufei nods. Almost absently he catches one
wrist, running a finger from his free hand down Duo's twined ones, the
same way he had done for the zipper of the little black top. Duo gladly
takes the hint, letting his hands fall apart at the light touch, and then
shaking his hands gently. "Then that's all you need, right?"
Wufei, however, looks less certain. Duo shuffles forwards a little awkwardly
on his knees, and puts his hands on Wufei's shoulders, looking directly
into coffee-coloured eyes and holding them in his gaze. "Wufei. You don't
have to be in control all the time. Truly. And quite frankly, if I couldn't
make you lose control at least some of the time, what does that
say about me?" Wufei blinks, a little bit startled at that thought, and
Duo presses his advantage. "Christ, 'Fei - you put me through that,"
he says, lifting one hand and waving it vaguely, "and then you act like
it wasn't good enough somehow? Jesus. Any better and it'd kill
me - and I don't mean that the way you've probably heard it as pillow
talk! God..." Plainly frustrated at his lack of words, Duo sinks his face
into the hand he has been waving for emphasis.
"_Ai ren_, I... Duo."(2) Wufei gently moves the hand away, and tilts his
beloved's face up to meet those blue eyes with his own. "It was intended
as a compliment, love."
"Not if you're going to put yourself down to do it, it isn't. Wufei, haven't
we gone over the bit where you're already perfect enough times yet? And
the bit where if anyone should be having an inferiority complex and feeling
unworthy it's me, not you? She's dead, Fei, you don't have to prove
anything to her or her memory any more, except that you are a good
man. And you've more than proven yourself to me already. I could never
hope to be anymmmph!!!" Wufei's movement is so swift that Duo doesn't
even see it; he is in Wufei's arms, words being stolen with a kiss, before
he can complete the thought in his own head, much less speak it aloud.
It is not until the stiffness of surprise, and the subsequent struggle
to continue speaking, both melt into sweet surrender that Wufei releases
his lover's lips. He tugs Duo down so that they can lie on the floor together,
face to face, legs twined together, and arms around each other. "If I
am not allowed to put myself down, then neither are you," he explains,
feathering his fingers through Duo's bangs. "I could not have done what
you did today - even had I dared appear in that... costume. Think on that
before you say the next word about your misspent youth."
Duo chuckles softly at the oddly genteel description of his miserable
childhood, and nods his agreement. "Alright, D-baby, you've got a point.
So what's this really about? Having to play Saitoshi's game?"
"Figured as much. Drives you crazy, not being able to predict the next
move, doesn't it? How did you ever manage to fight new opponents?"
A short bark of laughter is his reply, followed by, "You are correct,
as usual. Still. I do not like this; it is not merely a sparring match
or competition, and too many lives besides my own are at stake. Too many
others can - no, will - get hurt if I fail, and may well even if
I succeed. And there is nothing I can do to change that."
"I know, 'Fei, I know. I don't like it either, and I'm just as worried
about Liuli as you are. Maybe more; I wish I didn't have as much of an
idea of what she's going through with him right now as I do. We're going
to make all that suffering count for something, though, okay? We're going
to beat this monster at his own game, right?" Wufei nods, more certain
this time. "That means playing it for long enough to get him, though.
So let's make every meeting count for as much as we can. And next time?
Can I get a costume that doesn't involve heels that high?"
Wufei suppresses a snicker at that last request, and jokes back, "That
depends; are you going to wear the fishnets again?"
"Wufei!" Duo bats playfully at his lover, then leans in for a kiss, which
gradually deepens. As it continues, Duo is the one who rolls Wufei over
onto his back and reaches for the spoon. "Shall we review why not being
in control can be a good thing?" he asks, a wicked smile on his face.
Two mornings later, Dorothy's home vidphone rings. Looking somewhat harried,
and in a hurry to get out the door to get to the office on time to start
work for the day, she nearly lets the machine take a message, but some
instinct prompts her to pick up.
"Dor'thy? Oh, good, you haven't left yet. Listen, is the stubble supposed
to itch like this?"
Dorothy smiles brightly as she quickly provides a solution to the problem,
and is laughing softly to herself all the way in to the office at the
rather stricken look on Duo's face.
(1) A tale from the Spring and Fall period (722-481 BC); the love of Wei
Ling Gong (534-493 BC) for Mizi Xia was reported by Han Feizi. Wufei's
retelling is modelled after a version found at www.androphile.org, as
are the approximate translations of their ranks, although this was not
the sole source for the story.
(2) _ai ren_ - translated variously as beloved/sweetheart/lover/spouse
from the Chinese
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