Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about 'em
for free etc
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Notes: Neither Duo nor Wufei have ever heard of the song by the Beatles.
Their plea is for something rather more primal.
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Dacia, you just bring this stuff out in me *sigh*. I'm starting to love
them as much as you.
This is for both of us, to brighten our days!
Duo lay on his belly on the
carpet in front of the TV, though it wasn't on. He wore nothing except
his shorts, as he'd been on his way to the shower, but seemed to have
forgotten. His braid was a little tangled; it ran down the channel of
his bare spine, then dipped its end against his hip. Occasionally - absent-mindedly
- he nudged it aside and scratched the skin underneath. He laughed --
he nodded to himself. When he finally spoke aloud, his voice was at its
most low and sensual. "Ahh, you know? The book says sex can be a constantly
rewarding experience. It just needs tolerance and a deep level of sensual
understanding between partners."
Wufei sat on the couch. He felt the slow crawl of skin under his pants
that hinted suspiciously of that sensual
understanding. The newspaper wavered in his hands and he straightened
it briskly, trying to tune out his companion. He had dinner to cook --
some work to catch up on. The evening was too short to surrender to blatant
"What book is that?"
"Twenty tips to hotter sex," mused Duo. His fingers stroked gently at
the slim volume, covered in lurid red binding. His eyes scanned what must
have been about chapter six. Wufei wondered if he were aware of the erotic
way that his teeth caught up the tip of his tongue when he read.
Knowing Duo, he probably did.
"Why the hell should you think we need that?"
There was the suspicion of a smirk at the corners of the braided man's
mouth. "Research. Personal development. Blatant curiosity. Whatever. This
chapter is particularly fascinating, Wufei."
Wufei groaned, privately. But he had
to ask. "Which chapter, Duo?"
"On concurrent orgasm. On coming together. On --"
"I know what it means!" snapped Wufei. The room felt too damned hot; seemed
like the central heating had never been at a comfortable level, ever since
Duo started coming round. "Sometimes we do, don't we?" He couldn't believe
he was even having this conversation!
Why should he feel the need to discuss -?
In his thoughts, he answered his own question. His eyes raked over Duo,
from the soft-haired skin at the nape of the man's neck down to the dip
of his back, where the trail into his shorts promised destination at the
tight curves of his ass cheeks.
"Sure, sure we do," answered Duo. His tongue darted out and licked around
his lips like they were dry. Now they were wet. Now Wufei couldn't take
his eyes off them. The newspaper sagged in his grip, neglected now. "But
there's nothing wrong with getting there more often, is there? I get too
excited, I know -- I'm usually first. Can't hold it back! I just get that
tingle up my thighs -- that feeling of rumbling thunder in my groin --"
Your head goes back, thought Wufei.
Your eyes close, but just half way. There's
that certain kind of strangled gasp you give that tells me I've hit the
spot just right...
He clutched at the newspaper. Couldn't remember what they were meant to
be having for supper.
"That's just in the movies -- in fiction," he murmured. "I have a different
reaction time from you, is all." He was amazed his voice still sounded
calm. "I like to savour it..."
Duo grinned now. He rolled over on to his back on the floor, so that he
gazed up at his companion. He bent one leg and stretched it out to the
side, as if he exercised a sleeping muscle. Wufei watched him, eyes never
wavering. His bare torso... legs slim and long. The dark-haired man exhaled
gently and moved on his seat -- he felt the joints of his shoulders pop
"I like to savour it too, Wufei -- but quickly! You know?"
Wufei laughed softly. "I know. Things are good as they are, Duo."
"Can always be better..." mused Duo. Mischief was a glimmer reflected
in his eyes.
Wufei couldn't quite see how things could, unless the day was suddenly
going to start extending to 36 hours and neither of them ever had to go
to work again. "Yes, Duo," was what he actually said. "I suspect so."
He folded the newspaper with exaggerated care -- he thought he could feel
Duo's eyes on his hands. His palms itched. He leant forward slightly,
as if he poised himself.
For fight or flight. Or...
Duo's wide eyes looked up at him. Wufei wondered why he'd even bothered
upgrading his TV when he had such other things to watch. The braided man
was moving again, sinews stretching, muscles bunching. He rolled to be
on his knees in front of Wufei's seated body. His hand slid almost carelessly
into his shorts, and palmed the eager bulge therein. "It says you need
to understand your partner's body," he murmured. Licked his lips. Began
to stroke himself, slowly and deeply. "Understand the triggers -- the
Wufei watched the long-fingered hands inside the shorts; saw the swelling
tip of Duo's cock ease its way out of the loosened waistband. It shone
with moisture; it was blood red. Duo's fingertip brushed over the top.
A slim, silvery trail followed its path.
"You make me sound like a fucking Gundam," Wufei murmured. He wasn't aware
that a mind numbed by lust could create such a coherent sentence.
Duo's brows raised and he laughed, like he hadn't been aware of that,
either. His gaze devoured the flush on his lover's face. "No, you're not
like that at all," he murmured. Far more spectacular; far more devastating;
far more dangerous.
His heart missed several, critical beats.
Wufei wondered who was opening his pants; the hand looked suspiciously
like his own. It shook, slightly. He heard the zip's teeth parting, one
by one. His body shifted forward on the couch and he slid off on to his
knees on the floor, facing Duo. Only a foot away. He could feel the heat
from Duo's bobbing arousal like tendrils of desire at his groin.
Duo was still laughing, his eyes beckoning. Though they were a little
Supper could burn; newspapers could wrap themselves round garbage. Wufei's
thoughts were as single-minded as they could ever be.
"Fuck me..." whispered Duo.
Funny, that, thought Wufei. Great minds thinking alike.
"Ahh!" gasped Duo. "Ahhh --" His head went back -- his eyelids
grew heavy, exhausted by passion. His hand shuddered; his breath hitched.
Wufei knew the signs. He wriggled forward on his knees. "Duo, I -"
He was in time to take the man's weight as his hips bucked, his cock spasmed,
and he shot the soft, hot, creamy seed out over his hand and belly. And
"Fuck..." groaned Duo, in between lurching pants of breath. There
was sweat on his torso; beads of saliva at the corners of his mouth. He
sank back down on to the floor as his shivering legs lost the battle to
keep himself upright. "Too quick, too damned quick! Guess I have
a whole panel full of plump, tender little trigger buttons..."
Wufei smiled down at the panting man, naked and post-orgasmic on his aforementioned
carpet. Legs spread wide, shorts abandoned in a pool of sweaty cloth under
the coffee table. Skin glowing like ripe soft fruit.
"That's why I love flying in you," he whispered. He stretched Duo's legs
almost reverently -- lifted them gracefully to his shoulders. The cum
on Duo's stomach oozed gently into the dip of his navel and down into
the crease of his groin.
As he slid into his lover, Wufei sighed. His legs flexed; his back bowed
slightly over the man beneath him.
Duo sighed, too. They shifted together, finding their fit. Wufei sank
deeper; exhaled. Gripped at Duo's thighs. Duo gasped, tensing his legs
against Wufei's torso; straining his hips up to meet the thrusts. He grinned
with pleasure. "Feel the need, Wufei? The need for speed...?"
Now it was Wufei's turn to laugh. It made their bodies shiver together.
"Not now. We fly at my pace, now."
He'd savour it all the more.
It was dark in the bedroom. Sheets were thrown aside, pillows were gripped
in sweaty palms like comforters. An empty glass lay on the carpet where
it'd been knocked off the nightstand. Two breaths panted from a shadowy
meld of bodies on the bed.
"The book says..." Duo's voice was breathless, even to his own ears. It
amused him; but then everything did, tonight. "You must develop a technique
that brings you both to the same point at once -- taking account of different
Wufei moaned softly; it might have been a plea. Duo ignored him, and shifted
on the bed, their limbs untangling themselves, his silhouette obvious
now, as his braid fell over his shoulder. He chuckled. He loved this mischief
"So technical development is what you're doing now...?" Wufei's voice
was barely recognisable. Duo knew what that was like; all warmth
and moisture in your body fleeing southwards; a man's mouth left dangerously
"Yeah... " he grinned back. He was twisted in a lazy 69 against Wufei's
body, side by side on the mattress, his head at the other man's groin,
and his hands caressing the tight muscle of finely toned, dusky-skinned
thighs. He breathed in the smell of his lover -- masculine sweat, and
the creasing of fresh cotton sheets, and the sweetness of their earlier
shower. Smooth skin; salty hairs. His mouth watered. His mouth sought
refreshment. He leaned over hungrily, to lap and lick.
Wufei groaned aloud.
Duo mumbled through a mouthful of puckered skin and tickling hairs. "Oh,
so you like that? Mouth at your balls -- licking the skin below --"
What's not to like? Wufei managed a grunt of pleasure.
Duo smiled -- he knew that language. "You taste of excitement. Hot, sweet,
luscious excitement." Fucking gorgeous... relax... let it come...
"New techniques not so bad, right?"
But Wufei's moans turned to soft laughter again. "You think you're not
enough excitement for me?" he murmured. "That I need techniques
as well?" His hand snaked out and gripped at Duo's hip. Fingers pressed
into taut skin -- tugging ass cheeks so very gently apart. "Just your
laugh -- your skin -- your smell..."
Somewhere along the way he'd moved closer, too. He reached almost languidly
to stroke at Duo's heavy, hanging cock. His mouth was wide and velvet-smooth
and slid comfortably up around the shaft. Teeth grazed so very tentatively,
yet with the insinuation of danger. The tip of his tongue teased at the
oozing slit. Duo felt the shudder all the way up to his earlobes. Felt
the slow burning coil in the pit of his belly.
"Ahh!" gasped Duo. "Ahhh --" His head went back -- his eyelids
grew heavy, exhausted by passion. His mouth opened wide around his lapping
action; his breath hitched.
Wufei knew the signs. He tightened his lips around Duo's throbbing cock,
and gained a mouthful of delight and completion. He swallowed carefully,
initially resisting the urge to lick his lips. Then he surrendered to
the urge. He enjoyed surrendering in the dark of the night.
And he knew Duo liked the effect he had on him.
Duo rolled back, panting. A trapped nerve flickered in his thigh; the
muscles of his belly relaxed again. "Sorry," he grinned. Wufei told him
he'd never met any other guy who could apologise so ingenuously for enjoying
himself -- and also without any sincerity whatsoever. "Told you I have
no self control."
"So this was meant to be for me, right?" growled Wufei. His breath was
still ragged. His flesh still ached. "But now I've got to lie in a wet
patch and wait for you to get your breath back..."
"Doesn't take long." Feral grin in the darkness; Duo's white teeth shining.
Soft laughter. "Quickly spent, quickly recovered."
He reached for Wufei even before the man could protest. Like he would.
"Take account of different reaction times, it said. I'm even better when
Wufei didn't argue. It was a familiar topic of conversation. His legs
spread instinctively for questing fingers, slick with saliva, though his
voice was wary. "I have to be in the mood for that, Duo..."
"So maybe I'm not..."
Duo rolled him over on to his stomach, and ran a hot, wet tongue down
between his buttocks.
Maybe I am.
"Do that thing again with your tongue," gasped Wufei. Duo's smile was
damp and warm and erotic on his ass. The licking and stroking would have
been unbearable if it had ever been intended as a form of military torture.
When the fingers had stretched him and Duo's revived cock pressed impatiently
at his entrance, he sank his head on to his hands and groaned his need.
Duo eased his way in with a stupid smile of joy on his face -- the opportunity
was never so frequent for him. He treasured the gift that his lover gave
him. Wufei couldn't see his smile -- but Wufei always knew it was there.
Lips touched at Wufei's back, kissing, cosseting. Duo's cock was clutched
into a deep, hot embrace; his groin came up tight against Wufei's ass,
the two sets of flesh slapping at each other with no care for the nonsensical
It was music to Duo's ears. It all represented magic; thrill; delight;
ecstasy; balm; care. Something more than care, perhaps.
He loved it all, didn't he?
He answered his own question, even as he reached a hand round to stroke
at Wufei's frustration. To torment it no longer -- to slide it over that
last slippery slope to completion. With his own slick, reverent palm.
"Self control is much overrated," he whispered. Laughed! Sighed. He held
Wufei as the man groaned and sputtered his climax over the crinkled sheets.
So good as to be miraculous.
He wondered to himself whether things could be any better than
The stupid smile wouldn't leave his face for some time.
Duo heard Wufei's voice through the steaming water. The man's shadow was
behind the plastic curtain of the shower. He hadn't heard the bathroom
"You left the book open on the floor, Duo. It says we should find new,
tantalising ways to stimulate each other. To enhance the response -- to
vary the routine."
Routine, thought Duo. Right... when was that, then? He smiled.
He didn't think Wufei was looking for a reply.
Wufei's voice came closer -- became sharper. "Duo, you're worrying me
a little with this obsession. About the need to come together."
Huh? Duo flicked a lock of wet hair from his mouth and tried to
recall the last time Wufei had woken this early. He liked his sleep. Duo
would shower, then make the coffee and potter round until...
Anyway. So today was different! He laughed, a morning-bright sound; a
sound tempered by satisfied, sexual exhaustion. Full of optimism for another
day with a man who matched his wit and enthusiasm -- and who was both
intuitive and as hot as Hades in the sack.
"Obsession?" He laughed; he turned up the heat. Wufei's words were mingled
in with the pattering of the water. "I prefer to call it self improvement."
The curtain twitched aside. Dusky, naked skin stepped in beside him. "I
prefer to call it self inhibiting. It unsettles me."
For the very first time in months, Duo considered that he may have been
presumptuous. He may have misjudged his lover's tolerance. His teasing
may not have been appreciated as such. He was cold within the heat; shocked
that he may have damaged the most precious thing he had.
He'd never expressed it aloud.
"Guy could think you weren't satisfied," murmured Wufei. He was quickly
soaked through. His head brushed against Duo's under the force of the
water; he shook the excess water from his eyes. "Guy could think he wasn't
enough for you."
"I never meant --" Duo pushed long, thick locks of hair from his shoulders;
struggled for the right words.
"You never meant what, Duo?"
Wufei's hand snatched suddenly at the hair at the nape of his neck; it
tightened its grip. Duo's head was wrenched back. He opened his mouth
to protest, then it was filled with a mixture of damp rivulets of water
and his lover's tongue.
"Don't you have an answer to hand?" murmured Wufei, words muffled around
his kiss. His very aggressive kiss.
Duo only gasped. The thick, solid shaft of Wufei's good morning nudged
against his thigh. Water ran along it, then spilled in happy cascades
on to the floor of the stall. Duo's back was pressed against the tiling;
Wufei had forced him there.
"Anyway, I never meant that unsettled!" grinned Wufei, drawing
back for air, his voice back to its normal timbre. His chest heaved; his
pupils were dilated. "Didn't worry you, did I?"
Duo stared at his own mischief, grinning back at him from his lover's
black pupils. The soft steam of the hot water misted his lashes. One of
Wufei's hands still held tightly at his neck -- the other hand anchored
itself at his waist. Wet droplets on Wufei's square chin shone with reflections
from the overhead light. His dark hair clung to his long, slim neck; even
blacker from the water. His lips hovered close to Duo's again, keening
for another touch.
Wufei's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"
"Bastard. Supercilious, smug bastard. Trying to scare me; deliberately
to worry me."
Damned near worked.
Wufei's eyes were glinting. His mouth pursed; the stream of water changed
direction and ran down his cheek into the hollow of his neck. "Personal
abuse is a cheap shot for you, Duo. So maybe you don't like to vary
your routine --"
"Bastard!" Duo tried to wriggle from Wufei's grasp. Failed. "Manipulative
"Hey, you're the one seeking to manipulate our sex life!" Wufei
retaliated. "You're the one comes too fast, too furious -- the
one who has no self control!" His eyes were too dark for Duo to see the
Duo gasped in fury. "You're the one takes so long about it, dammit! What's
a guy to do while he's waiting?"
"Don't hear you complaining!"
"Damned vocal chords have fallen asleep, that's why!"
Wufei snarled. His body came up tight against Duo's, skin slick and damp.
Two angry, confrontational egos; two wet, nude bodies. Shoulders tensed;
water pooling on top lips, and down between long toes. Nipple to chest;
knee to thigh.
"You've gone too far this time, Duo!"
Duo sneered, to hide his suddenly hammering heart. Wufei was very strong.
Too strong. Maybe he hadn't tried too hard to get free before;
maybe he didn't have the choice now. "Back off, Wufei. There is such a
thing as too much self control, you know!"
"Perhaps you're afraid of spontaneity. Of losing control. Suddenly! Gloriously!"
"You're saying I'm scared of sex?" There was a dangerous tone to
Wufei's voice. Rich; thick; incredulous.
"It's just a different reaction time, is all," Duo echoed from an earlier
conversation. It could have been taken as a mockery. Depends how sensitive
someone was feeling.
Wufei was a highly sensitive man.
His hand ran suddenly, possessively along Duo's leg -- it slid down over
his thigh to hook under the back of the other man's knee. He yanked at
Duo's leg, tilting his hip up, and lifting that foot completely from the
floor. He took a step forward and lodged his own hips between Duo's opened
legs. They were chest to chest. His cock was very swollen; it slid greedily
between the tops of Duo's thighs. Slippery as if it were covered in the
soap they shared.
Duo's eyes widened. "This is some kinda apology, is it?"
"You should be apologising to me," hissed Wufei. His eyes
"You'll have to make me!" Duo knew he sounded arrogant. He was very aroused.
From the pressure at his groin and the tension in Wufei's body, he knew
that his lover was, too.
Well, well, well...
"Maybe I will!" came Wufei's ragged words.
His mouth was at Duo's neck, and his breath was loud -- it was dry and
harsh, even amongst the dampness of the condensation. He wrenched Duo's
free leg up further until the knee nudged at Wufei's hip. Then the dark-haired
man bent his own legs slightly, guiding the tip of his cock up behind
"Fuck!" hissed Duo. Shock or demand -- could have been either.
He launched his hips out from the wall to ease the angle; one of his hands
was flat against the tiles behind him, holding himself upright. His other
hand gripped back at Wufei's neck.
"Do it!" he gasped.
Wufei struggled to retain control over his head; Duo pulled hard at the
silky wet locks. "But I don't hear you apologising, Duo," he groaned.
The swollen crown of his erection brushed at Duo's entrance. It tormented
the puckered skin; he could feel the muscles flexing, straining to receive.
"That's because I won't be doing it any time soon," Duo ground out.
Whose thought was that?
Wufei gave a guttural sound, flexed his knees, and his cock thrust up
They both cried out; they both gripped more tightly. Wufei made a growling
sound in his throat; Duo whimpered. Then Wufei started to move his hips
-- to draw a little way out and to thrust in again. The skin of Duo's
back slid up the bare tiles of the wall, then back down again. His hair
tangled in clumps across his shoulders; it was trapped against the wall
and tugged at his scalp each time their bodies jerked together.
"Now, then, Duo?" Wufei's mouth was at Duo's ear -- he bit, none too gently,
at the lobe.
"Patience is a virtue," gasped Duo. Ouch!
"Pride is a sin," snapped Wufei. "You need to learn to admit when you're
wrong." He gripped harder -- his rhythm picked up. Duo was pulled up on
to his toes at every stroke. He wanted to reach down to touch his own
aching cock, but needed his arms to hold himself in place.
Then Wufei's right hand slid away from its anchor at Duo's hip. He reached
round his lover's body to stroke at the damp buttock underneath, its muscles
straining away from the wall as his cock moved inside Duo's ass. For one
moment, his fingers traced its tight, spectacular sinews. And then he
He slapped Duo's ass.
The sound was like a sharp handclap. Moisture sprayed lightly into the
air from the blow. Duo yelped -- his flesh quivered under Wufei's hand.
His hips jerked in surprise, slamming roughly against the other man's
groin, sucking him in deeper.
"What the fuck -?" He glared angrily into Wufei's eyes, but they didn't
seem to be focussing too well. Water ran down the sides of his long, straight
nose like unbidden tears. Duo wanted nothing more than to lick it away
and see if it tasted salty.
But he was too angry. Wasn't he?
"Apologise..." hissed Wufei. "Admit you were wrong about me. Unfair..."
Duo could feel the throb of Wufei's pulse against his neck; the man's
heart racketing around his chest. Up inside him, his lover's cock had
never felt so thick; so needy. "Never!" he snapped.
Wufei slapped him again. On the other cheek. There was some irony in there,
somewhere. Duo's flesh wobbled -- he sucked his complaint back against
his tongue. He could feel the shiver of astonishment all the way into
the pit of his groin.
"Tantalising, Wufei?" he gasped. "Stimulating?"
"Shut the fuck up, Duo -- I'm still waiting -" Wufei groaned aloud, struggling
to keep his voice clear, "- I'm still waiting to hear you say it --"
Duo stared instead at the unadulterated passion on the other man's face.
Had he ever seen Wufei so aroused? So agonised? So desperate? His
ass stung, but only slightly -- it was a game, not antagonism; he knew
that. The trail of water soothed him; so did the taste and smell of Wufei
-- the power inside the muscles that held him; the muscles that filled
him. He started to laugh but bit off the strange sound. His own cock was
crushed and caressed between their bellies; hot and swollen, with its
nerves hurtling over its own Niagara Falls; he felt a rushing in his ears
that had nothing whatsoever to do with water. "You're magnificent!" he
whispered. "Do it, Wufei! Slap me again!"
The water hissed; the hand lifted and struck. Duo's arms clutched in vain
at tiles that were too smooth to give adequate purchase. His eyes watered
gently. He felt Wufei's thrusts grow even stronger -- felt the shake of
his lover's body against him, above him, in him.
Duo's eyelids started to tire. "Fuck, I'm coming, Wufei --"
Wufei's own eyes were no more than half open. Duo couldn't let his head
go back for fear of concussion on the shower wall, but he watched with
fascination as Wufei's dropped back instead, and the delicious
mouth opened in a soundless gasp.
"Seems you are, too," Duo murmured, breathlessly.
A joint cry rocked the small, enclosed room -- white knuckles gripped
at flesh. Bruises sprang up gleefully under tight skin. Two bodies shuddered
completion in delicious unison. Duo's back arched at a ridiculous angle;
Wufei's knee cracked against the wall as he leant into his lover's body,
The water slid down panting, heaving skin, washing away sweat and semen
with soft, gurgling whispers.
Wufei's voice returned first. He let himself slide out of Duo, letting
down the other man's leg; peeling his fingers from Duo's flushed skin.
"Fear of spontaneity, you said."
"Huh?" Duo's eyes were half hidden under a curtain of damp, snagged hair.
"You said I was scared of it. Losing control. Gloriously, you said."
"Pretty much, yeah." Duo chuckled softly. Couldn't remember why he'd been
angry in the first place. "You did that pretty well, Wufei. Proving me
"Unconditionally," sighed Duo.
A very, very magnificent man...
"Me too," murmured Wufei. He scraped back his hair, exposing his broad
forehead. His eyes still looked dazed. "Guess I just got to thinking about
what that fucking book said --"
"Don't talk about it," said Duo, quickly. Damned thing would make excellent
"Losing control - gloriously..." Wufei repeated, wonderingly. His mind
was on other things; other fantasies, maybe. He dipped a finger in the
remaining puddle of Duo's cum on his belly. He smirked. "Messily, too."
Duo felt his own souvenir, trickling down his inner thigh. Another thing
to treasure. "Yeah," he smiled. He stretched over Wufei's shoulder and
flipped the shower off. The sudden cessation of the water brought a pregnant
silence to the hot, still room. He reached a tentative hand to Wufei's
throat and stroked at the shaking pulse there. Most uncharacteristic --
he knew he didn't often do tentative.
"Like I could care less," he murmured.
They were back together at supper time; Duo had a couple of days off.
Wufei had cooked this time. Duo had eaten, and complimented. Wufei had
watched him with some fascination.
They were fairly quiet all evening -- but their eyes talked about it all,
every time they caught each other's glance.
They'd gone to bed with little more than a caress. A possessive one.
Wufei's voice was wary in the darkness. "I'm magnificent, eh?"
Duo smirked. He didn't turn round to face the other body slumbering beside
him in the bed. "Just pillow talk, Wufei. Shower talk, rather."
The bed shook gently with Wufei's silent laughter.
"We should come together more often, Duo."
There was a soft murmur of agreement.
Neither of them said any more. Both of them knew they were talking about
something more than just sexual climax.
Both were excited about things between them -- in a sleepy, muscle-strained,
'don't need to discuss it to death now' way.
Just the coming together.
It would be a constantly rewarding experience.
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