Rating: NC-17 or LEMON
Series: From a Goodnight Kiss
Pairing: 1x5, implications of 1x2x5
Disclaimer: When I saw all the G-Boys were hunnies, I was inspired to
lemon plot bunnies. But they're all owned by Bandai And, sadly, not by
I, So off these fics I make no monies.
Verse, Same as the First
Wufei hadn't been a virgin
before he'd started in with Maxwell and Yuy. It had been a close thing,
true, and most of the things they'd done since were venturing into uncharted
territory but still, he hadn't been a virgin.
So it still somewhat of a surprise to him how much of a slut he was becoming.
Oh, Maxwell would argue that he was still a fairly innocent pretty boy
and in comparison it was probably true but it didn't really matter it
you got hit with a bucket of water or an entire pool; at the end of it
all, you were still wet. And all he wanted at the end of this very long
day was to kiss Duo until the other boy's mouth was red and bruised, and
whisper into it things that he wanted to do, things that would have made
him blush not all that long ago.
He brushed impatiently past a group of people who were more interested
in talking than making their way down the hallway, brushing aside a strand
of hair that slipped forward and tickled his nose. Never again was he
going to leave his hair loose before he went out for the day, even if
he had to hide all his hair bands so that Duo would stop stealing them.
He was already hard when he began keying in the password to their room
and he was mentally undressing himself as he stepped inside when something
flew across the room into his arms, wrapping slim arms around his neck
and pulling him in for a decidedly wet kiss. Something? No someone with
long hair and a tongue that was as wicked as the hands that were trying
to get under his shirt.
Who knew that dreams really could come true?
Belatedly realizing the door was still open and that any other people
in the hall could be selling tickets by now, Wufei tried to step further
into the room, at least far enough to close the door. Only to lose his
grasp on the warm body in his arms when Duo pulled away and he was startled
enough to let go.
"What…?" Wufei began, faltering when he got an actual look at Duo. The
material of his shirt couldn't seem to choose if it was silver or blue,
made of something cheap and shiny that clung to him like a jealous lover.
And those pants…
"Do you like?" Duo asked, batting his eyes and grinning.
"Yes," Wufei managed, stupefied into plain honesty in the face of leather
pants. He was already reaching out, fingers longing to touch when Duo
turned towards the door.
"I'm off then!" he called, and Wufei blinked, suddenly noticing Heero
using the computer on the other side of the room. He lowered his voice
conspiratorially, "Don't worry, I know my way around the block."
"Duo, you've been around the block so many times you've worn a path in
it," Heero remarked dryly.
Unoffended, Duo blew him a kiss before planting another real, too-quick
one on Wufei's mouth, tweaking a long strand of his hair that had fallen
forward again. "Don't wait up!"
Before Wufei could bluster out a protest, the door closed behind him and
he was alone.
Well, not alone. "Where is he going?"
Heero didn't look up from his typing. "I didn't ask."
A little lost and more than a little horny, Wufei toed off his shoes and
lined them up neatly in front of the door. The room was eerily quiet,
aside from the tapping keys, and he debated on turning on the television.
Except he didn't really care for movies unless Duo was there to dissect
them while he and Heero threw popcorn at him and Heero was busy working
so the noise might disturb him.
Instead, he sat down on the sofa and picked up a book that was sitting
on the end table, thumbing through it with little hope of a distraction.
The thought came to him to at least unfasten his pants until he calmed
a little and he decided against it before he realized he wouldn't have
hesitated if Duo had been there. He was a little uncomfortable; he'd never
really been alone with Heero like this. Duo was always there in the evenings
and with him around things like awkward silences were mythical beasts.
Read, he told himself sternly. Duo and his pants would be back eventually
and then he could make plans to get inside them. Tucking long strands
of hair behind his ears, he got as comfortable as he could, all things
considered, and squinted at the first page. He'd managed to absorb most
of a paragraph when Heero spoke, startling him.
"You're very quiet," Heero said, almost absently. He seemed to consider
something on the screen and then a flurry of typing announced some decision
made. Curiosity over what he could be doing pricked at Wufei but he resisted
the urge to ask. Unlike some people who happened to be named Maxwell,
he understood the meaning of 'Need to Know Basis.'
"You're busy. I didn't want to bother you," Wufei replied honestly. To
his surprise, Heero stopped typing, turning slightly to look over his
shoulder at Wufei.
"You wouldn't be bothering me," he said. He waited until Wufei gave him
a somewhat wary nod before he resumed typing. "How did the trade negotiations
Hesitantly, Wufei told him, wondering why Heero was even asking. Everything
he was saying was available in the daily reports. From the intent way
he was working, Wufei would have guessed that Heero wasn't even listening
to him, but the fact that he asked the occasional question belied that.
A few hours drifted past without him ever turning a page and Heero finally
stretched, glancing at the clock. "Duo will be back soon."
Wufei frowned, recalling what Duo had said when he left. "How do you know
"He's never gone for more than a few hours."
"So you do know where he went."
A glance. "No."
Exasperated, Wufei snapped, "Then why didn't you ask him?"
Silence. And as the silence stretched out Wufei began to sincerely wish
he'd simply kept his mouth shut instead of losing the warm familiarity
that had been rising between them. What did it really matter where Duo
had gone? Heero was still quiet and Wufei was sudden afraid he'd actually
hurt his feelings. Cool as Heero often seemed, it wasn't completely absurd
to think he actually cared if Wufei spent time with him outside of the
bedroom. Was it?
"Come here?" Heero asked, finally. It was a question, not an order, and
warily, Wufei went. He stood awkwardly next to Heero while he saved whatever
he was working on before looking up at him, his eyes deeply blue and intent.
His hands settled on Wufei's hips, holding him lightly. "Because it scares
"What?" Wufei frowned, trying to understand.
"If you ask. It scares him," Heero repeated. He hooked his fingers though
the belt loops of Wufei's pants as if to keep him from stepping away.
"Duo doesn't like to answer to anyone." Heero hesitated, looking down
for the briefest of moments before raising his eyes again to Wufei. "He
hasn't really spoken to me about his past, but I believe he had enough
occasions where he had no control at all that now he just can't stand
giving anyone that kind of hold over him."
"So you don't ask," Wufei said, slowly.
"We don't ask," Heero agreed. "And we trust him to come home."
But what if he doesn't, a tiny part of Wufei wanted to cry, a part that
didn't trust anyone, hadn't for a long, long time. But he had to trust
or he'd find himself holding no one at all. What great choices he had.
A gentle finger touched his lips, startling him out of his thoughts.
"You wanted him tonight." It wasn't a question but Wufei nodded anyway,
heat rising in his cheeks. Heero's lips curved in a faint smile. "So did
I. But I want you, too."
Strong arms wrapped around him, Heero buried his face into Wufei's belly,
his breath warm through the thin shirt. It made him exhale shakily, his
fingers tentative in the softness of Heero's hair. "I want you, too,"
he admitted, nearly shamed by the admission for no good reason he could
think of. He closed his eyes and let Heero walk him back to the sofa until
the other boy was heavy above him, his mouth slick and warm against Wufei's
Why hadn't he and Heero ever done this, Wufei wondered dimly. Out of the
dozens of times they'd had sex, he couldn't recall a single time it had
been just the two of them, without Duo somehow in the background. Their
hands tangled together as the two of them tried to rid Wufei of his shirt,
Heero's fingers were shorter and thicker than Duo's, incredibly gentle
for all the strength in them. The sudden edge of his teeth against Wufei's
nipple dragged a stuttering gasp from him, the bright pain soothed instantly
by a rough tongue only to shine again as Heero bit the other one.
Heero did like to bite, somehow he'd forgotten that, and he squirmed against
Heero's weight and loved it, chewing on his own knuckles to muffle the
whimpers that were trying to escape from him.
His pants were tugged open so that Heero could press a hot mouth against
the curve of his hip, his tongue licking a cruel little pattern while
Wufei sighed and looked at the ceiling through his eyelashes. Heero was
just lucky he was so flexible, that he could lift a leg to rest on his
shoulder as Heero slid back up and finally, finally kissed him, and he
tasted like black coffee and smelled like overheated plastic.
"Duo is right, you know," whispered softly into his mouth, and even if
he wasn't here, he still was, a little, his hands had tucked the lubricant
that Heero had found beneath the sofa and there were quick, slippery fingers
pushing inside him, making Wufei squirm hard enough to fall off the sofa
if Heero hadn't been above him, eyes feverish and dark as he forced another
"Oh…good," Wufei moaned and he didn't care if Duo was even in on the planet
as long as Heero kept twisting his finger just like that. He swore aloud
when he pulled it out and crowded in closer between Wufei's legs, his
pants down around his knees.
Heero's breath was moist against his temple, his voice a faint vibration.
"You really are pretty."
"Fuck you," he tried to say, almost said it when Heero thrust in, suddenly
hard and didn't stop, just pulled out and shoved in again, hard enough
that Wufei bit his tongue on other words that tried to tumble out, like
please and fuck and bastard, don't you dare stop. Heero's fingers were
still slippery, sliding wetly behind his knee until he got the other leg
over his shoulder and Wufei was folded practically in half, spitted on
Heero's cock and for just a moment it was almost too much, almost more
than he could take just now.
"Oh," the smallest, softest sound, it made Wufei wrench open his eyes
and Heero was above him, biting his lip as he rocked slowly, deeply inside.
So utterly vulnerable, letting himself be vulnerable and the sweat shining
on his cheeks, the white line of his teeth digging into his lip was the
one of the loveliest things Wufei had ever seen. He tried to watch it
for a long time, wanted to imprint it somewhere inside him to take out
and remember later, until he couldn't bear it anymore, closed his own
eyes and came into a warm, callused hand that knew just how to touch him.
Duo stank of cigarette smoke and beer that was cheaper than his shirt,
so strongly that it could be smelled from several feet away. Luckily,
he wasn't so cruel as not to notice and he started stripped as soon as
the door was shut. "You know, you guys just don't do innocent well. I'm
serious, you couldn't look guiltier if I had caught you fucking in the
middle of the kitchen table."
"You have," Heero remarked, his eyes on the screen of his laptop. His
bare feet were resting in Wufei's lap and the other boy stroked his ankles
with one absent hand while the other turned pages on his book.
"True." Duo kissed them both, a press of lips and a swipe of the tongue
for each before he bounced off to the shower, leaving a trail of clothing
like breadcrumbs behind him. If Heero noticed Wufei's hand drifting further
up his leg, slowly creeping beneath his pajama bottoms, he didn't say
anything. But he might have smiled.
Just a little.
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