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+ Part 3
His lips lingered on the boy's
neck, nibbling contently as the sensation of long fingers grasped gently
at his mane of platinum blonde. Tracing the bronze flesh along that delicious
collarbone, Millardo continued to map out Wufei's skin. Pausing, he gently
tugged at that firming nipple, coaxing it with a playful roughness between
"Miri..." The begging gasp came, hitching on its intake, A soft,
alto voice, breathless and drowning before him.
"Hm?" The other nipple was taken into captivity.
Fingers clutched tightly, weaving themselves into his hair. Black eyes
were clouded over in a yearning.
Stroking the boy's hardening shaft, Millardo smirked against that chiseled
chest. Fondling and teasing the Chinese man, Zechs used his free hand
to guide that chin towards him. Lips pressed firmly against the other
set, tasting them, enjoying their sweetness. A brief, chaste kiss.
Hips buckled upwards, that hard member throbbing with the man's heated
desire. A soft gasp escaped the European man as he felt the ticklish sensation
of fingers playing along the edges of his taut belly. "Fei...."
The barely coherent growl was released in utmost craving.
With Wufei's hand working the other man's cock, the Chinese youth leaned
up and licked the curve of Miri's ear. "You are too beautiful..."
Icy orbs fluttered closed, basking in the glorious ardor his lithe partner
had behind that prim exterior. Forgetting the youth's own hard shaft,
the Sankian man growled softly, pushing the boy onto his back. "And
now you are as well."
Grinning at his partner's absolutely wicked look, Wufei bucked upwards,
rubbing their heated hardnesses together, painfully wanting the man to
hurry up and claim him. "So now you can fuck me, Miri."
"So demanding..." Zechs purred, the soft rumbles sending shivers
to the boy below.
"Miri..." The Chinese youth begged, strong legs wrapping themselves
about the other man's waist, casing themselves securely. His tight entrance
brushing itself against that rock hard penis.
"So very wonderful." Fingers stroked the boy's high cheekbone.
Latching onto those long tresses, Wufei gently yanked the European's face
down to his own and captured that mouth with a fierce, tongue engaging
Sliding a finger into the lubricant, the taller man nudged it into that
hot, tight asshole. Gasping fervently into their kiss, arms captured his
shoulders, holding him close.
Sliding his finger in and out, Wufei began to lift his hips in acute wanting.
Hot kisses trailed down Wufei's neck, strong hands placed themselves on
his hips. Whimpering, the Asian youth wiggled, constraining in that hold.
Gently he pressed himself into the boy, glowing in the cry the boy released
from his panting lungs. A sharp movement and Wufei had embedded himself
on Millardo's hard-on. Desire filled kisses took hold of them as the European
man began to move within the boy. Slim hips rode back and forth, tilting
upwards in a vain attempt to drive the taller man further into his hot
Sweat and slick bodies grinded against one another, tongues gliding along
the moist flesh of one another. Bronze fingers woven into damp strands
of fine hair, his own head tossed back in rapture. Pounding together,
rhythmically in sync.
Wufei cried out as that large hand stroked his painful erection slowly.
Brilliant white flames darted across his sight, illuminating him in a
fantastic world of ambience, his own voice sounding so very distance,
a far crying echo from his senses.
With one last plunge he could feel his small lover crying out in ecstasy,
he could feel himself tightening beyond his control, ready to release
inside that unbearably hot cavern.
A high-pitched beeping startled the tall European man, jolting him upright
in his bed. Flustered, he took a long moment to locate the source of the
ear splitting racket.
The alarm clock.
"Of course" He groused, slamming it onto snooze and looking
blearily about the semi-dark room. The sun was creeping up along the horizon.
Five AM. He supposed he should have just laid back down to sleep, after
all, that was all he truly needed about now. He was working late, staying
up to do reports, or making up reports to do. Three hours or less every
night that week so far.
Maybe if he was lucky, he would develop insomnia.
Stifling a yawn, he carefully tugged the sheets off of himself, grieving
at the night's beautiful dream.
A soft moan drew his attention from his dresser to the bed. Ribbons of
black silk sprayed across the white sheets. That caramel skin rich against
Groaning, Millardo slipped into his sweatpants and tugged on his running
shoes. `Get a grip, Peacecraft. Forbidden fruit. He isn't Fei, never can
be Fei, and never will be Fei. He just looks like him.' And after a long
moment, `Even moans like him.... NO! NO! NO! Don't even think about moans,
Sighing, he quickly ran a brush through his sleep trussed hair. `But just
looking like Fei is bad enough.' Clear blue eyes watched the boy turn
and curl towards where he should have been lying in bed. There was a soft
whimper, and the Chinese boy slid into the place where the Sankian Prince
had just been, yanking the blankets around him tighter and nestling into
the spot with a content smile on his features.
`I swear that I can believe that Fei is sometimes stuck in the same body
as that brat.' And with that last tread of thought, Zechs headed out of
the house for his morning jog.
The crisp late Autumn air briskly blew in breezes, making the man glad
he had decided to wear his sweatshirt. The trees had almost all lost their
leaves and the ground, thanks to the engaging staff of groundskeepers
was clear of most leaves.
His feet hit the ground at a steady pace, gently jogging around the paths
of the large estate. `I should have awakened the brat. He usually enjoys
running with me. Something Fei never did.' The blonde man thought, rounding
his first corner.
`Still it was impolite of me to just go off without telling him, or at
least inviting him.' A particularly cool breeze snapped by the jogger.
Smiling, Zechs chuckled, `And it is endearing watching the boy complain
how cold it is.' Oh he could imagine the small man, a charming pout settled
on those lips. His own sweatshirt practically drowning the boy.
`Not Fei, its Wufei. He is not the same, Millardo!' He cursed himself,
picking up his pace some. The sun was rising higher in the morning sky;
the soft blues of what looked to be a clear day were celebrating dawn's
Harder and faster he ran, lungs pounding, blood rushing through his veins,
and all to push himself to not think. His feet thundered across the worn
path, his body blindly knowing where to go from the numerous times it
had been down the trail.
Sweat glistened along the tan flesh of the Adonis as he wandered aimlessly
through the woods of his property, his mind deep in thought, his eyes
barely registering his surroundings.
`How am I suppose to live with Wufei forever? I'm not one to think long
term, Trieze used to complain about that. I live too much in the moment.
So if I pull myself past the moment, what am I left with?
`An incredibly confusing situation.' He finished. `Because I don't know
if I can live a lie forever. Even if Wufei merely combined with Fei, which
is mind boggling from the onset, since Wufei is definitely in control
of the body and the mind.' Every science fiction reference he could think
of usually had the two souls combining, not one just taking over.
`Then...' He admitted, remorsefully, `Wufei could have taken over the
body, dumped in it, accidentally forced Fei into his world, and is now
The European man knew he was going to have another long day and a migraine
to accompany him.
`Wufei is dead set on not loving a man. Face it Peacecraft he is straight.
Completely and unmistakably straight.' Grimacing, he wiped his sweat damp
skin with the corner of his sweatshirt.
`But it doesn't mean that Fei isn't still there.'
"Hn." He grunted. `He has been adjusting faster than what I
would have ever guessed, and he really has changed a great deal in a couple
of months.' Slowing his pace down some to a more steady jog, the European
man pulled his sweatshirt off and tied it around his waist and kept on
`He does seem to really love Mariemaia, which has helped. I couldn't bear
to think what would happen if he hadn't. If he had not cared. I don't
want to loose her, too.
`She's all I have left...'
"She's..." Gasping, he stopped suddenly, his chest heaving.
Wetness trickled from his clear electric blue eyes.
Hiccups of emotion turned into a downpour of once pent-up emotions. To
his knees on the dirt he tumbled, sight blurred with the teary streaks
that clouded his vision.
She was all he had. Wufei wasn't Fei. "God... Fei!" A strong
fist slammed itself repeatedly against the cool dirt.
He was sharing a bed with a man who hated to be touched.
He was living under layers of masks he promised never to take up again.
Every day was a lie because he was pretending everything was alright and
he damn well knew they were far from it. Wufei stood as a constant reminder
of what he had, the full grasp he had on love. The perfection to slide
away without him being able to stop it.
"Damn it!" He hissed, muscles tight with tension, fingers clawing
into the rough filth littered with blades of grass. "Damn it! Damn
it! DAMN IT!!"
His throat burned with hatred towards that black eyed THING that had invaded
his life, took his Fei, ruined his faultless and perfect life. The anniversary
was two weeks away and every day, every hour, every minute he could feel
the depression grow. He couldn't mourn around others.
Mourn for a man who was supposedly right next to him.
The loss that encompassed his daily life weighed down on him. "The
burdens of a king..." He murmured, long forgotten words he could
vaguely remember his father whispering in times of decision. Bitterness
and piercing self resentment stinging his usually fair tone of voice.
Anger crackled beneath the hopelessness. To render that brat into a bloody
pulp was the only thing he truly desired.
Hands buried themselves painfully into his mane, ripping at the scalp.
"Fei..." Tears left their salty trail along his cheeks, overflowing,
ceaseless in their onslaught.
Anguish was all it meant to him to be alive.
Two weeks before he entered his abyss of agony.
Slowly, the coughing hysterics settled, leaving him so devoid, so terribly
hollow. To feel so incredibly shallow, to rest at the point right before
he decided he no longer cared.
Carefully he stood, brushing all signs of his tantrum from his person.
Hair was quickly straightened and he began his long jog back to his home.
Milliardo took a longer, slower pace as he neared the familiar gardens
close to the back deck area. Stretching, he worked his muscles to a dull
state before entering back into his house, his masks perfectly settled
Strange noises caught his attention. It was the sound of someone in the
kitchen. "Odd..." He murmured, walking in the direction of the
morning's late breaking news crackling over the distinct sounds of eggs
Wufei beamed as the older man entered the kitchen. "Morning."
"Hi." The answer was dull; even those once vibrant eyes seemed
so much less that day.
A sort of frown came upon the boy's poutful lips, "You left early
on your run."
"Hm?" The blonde haired European replied, bleary eyes blinking
Tapping the spatula against the side of the frying pan, he placed to the
side and walked towards the taller gentleman. "You left early on
"Ah... yes. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to head out early."
Zechs mumbled, reaching into the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of
"Hmm." The Chinese youth replied, nose scrunching up for the
briefest of moments as his eyes narrowed, accessing the man. "If
you say so."
"Look, I'm sorry. Next time I feel the urge to break out the running
shoes at four am, you'll be the first to know."
With an exasperated sigh, the Asian boy waved the Sankian man away. "Go
get a shower, I'll delay breakfast some. But you had better hurry if you
plan on eating with Marie and I." Wufei called after the platinum
blonde mane as it headed upstairs to the shower.
"I hear you, Wufei." His response came.
"You WILL be eating with us Miri." Wufei demanded as black orbs
narrowed again, watching that retreating figure before moving back into
the kitchen with a call to their redheaded girl he could hear dashing
about the upper levels of the house. "Mariemaia, I'm giving you your
ten minute call before breakfast is served!"
"I'll be down soooon!" Her responded echoed back to him.
"I'm turning domestic." He mourned softly, walking back to his
pans. Cracking the eggs opened onto the pan, he poked at them gently,
turning to then finish cutting up the bagels. The Chinese man's thoughts
turned elsewhere. `He looked really worn out. I know he hasn't been sleeping
The eggs crackled and spat on the heated frying pan.
`Then again, I didn't sleep much that first two years after Meiren passed
away.' He gently chided himself. `So Chang, you see the man loose himself
in paperwork and reports, work late, miss meals, tumble into bed at the
wee hours of the morning only to get up a few hours, if even a few hours,
later to run.' A deep, apprehensive frown developed on his features.
`Remind you of anyone?' A small, irritating voice chided him from the
back of his whirring thoughts.
"Hn." Wufei grumbled aloud.
Pushing again at the yellowing eggs he returned his focus to the problem
before him. `So how to approach Miri on this. I am still responsible for
it, no matter how much he denies it. I blamed OZ and the Alliance for...
Well, I still blame Meiren's death on them. And... on myself.' He admitted
quietly before continuing his train of thought. `I know how one grieves
for the loss of a loved one. I know how to close myself off from the world,
to surround myself with masks. To shut the world out.
`He can't do that.' Wufei finished firmly. Jetted black orbs softened
some. ` Iie, I don't want him to do that. I care about him, not as a lover,
but... as a friend. He has shown a depth of blinded toleration for my
presence, welcomed me, helped me, and I should at least try to return
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, he looked up and smiled as Mariemaia
frolicked into the kitchen, her tidy uniform in place, and looking quite
eager to eat. "Breakfast ready, Fei?"
"You bet." The Chinese man grinned. "Finish setting the
table, would you?" He scraped the scrambled eggs onto a clean plate.
"No problem." The redheaded girl agreed and began rummaging
through the kitchen, picking up placemats, plates, cups, silverware, and
resting them on the hardwood table.
"Sleep well?" He asked, arranging the bread onto a plate.
"Hm. I did. The weather is perfect for sleeping!"
"If you're a penguin." He snorted, shivering at the memory of
waking up in an empty bed, before that lead him to the stark realization-
`Why should THAT bother me? I used to sleep alone all the time.' He mindless
stepped towards the refrigerator and rummaged for the juice. `It doesn't
bother me. I was just concerned from habit.'
`Habit?' That annoying voice came back.
`Routine.' He calmly replied.
`How can you have a routine or a habit from lying next to the man for
less than three months?' It sniggered at him.
"Juice, Marie?" He asked, firmly shutting off the vengeful speaker
in his mind. He was not used to sleeping with a man. He didn't want to
get used to it.
Still, it had been very cold in bed without waking up next to another
The cafeteria seemed abnormally empty to the European man as he leaned
back in one of the table's hideous bright orange chairs. His tray sat
nearly full before and Noin had been sitting there scrutinizing him for
the past five minutes.
"Yes, Lu?" He asked finally, opening one eye to peer at her.
"You aren't hungry?" The black haired woman asked, twirling
her fork between her fingers.
"Eh." Millardo shrugged, noncommittally, "I had a large
"You should have said something, I could have waited for a while
"It isn't a problem."
"So..." Noin began somewhat uneasily, "How's Marie doing?"
"Fine." The blonde man replied, eyes closing again.
"Uh-huh." She paused for a long moment. "And Wufei?"
There was a moments pause before an overly detached sounding voice replied,
"Decent, eh? Decent good, decent fine, decent pain-in-my-ass? Could
you expand on that, Zechs?" Noin asked, pensively awaiting his reaction.
She wasn't the only one that had noticed the man's changing behavior.
Zechs was staying late, finding seemingly anything to keep him from going
home. It was the braided American who had first noticed that the European
man was staying late to finish reports up.
Then Sally had mentioned that Zechs staying to work out late at the gym
Then she had over heard a couple of the younger Human Resource girls chatting
about how strange it was to see him arriving to work so early.
Zechs finally shrugged. "Good decent, I guess."
"You guess?" She pressed, settling her fork on her near empty
"We've both been busy."
"So, do you want to tell me what is really going on?"
Anger briefly flashed through his eyes. "Nothing Lu, drop it."
"Hmmm." She mused, watching his reactions closely. "Nope,
not this time, Zechs. Something is bothering you. Look, I'm your friend,
have been your friend since we were in the Academy together. No secrets
"I'm sure you've kept some secrets from me, Lu."
"Can't think of one, Zechs."
Cracking an eye, he glanced at her earnest face. "How about why you
let me be first in our graduating class?"
Her eyes narrowed some. `Two can play hardball, Blondie.' Taking her napkin
off her lap, she smiled up sweetly. "How about those juicy details
from our early says with the Specials, who was that cute redhead guy,
you know the one you said had the nice ass?"
Clearing his throat, electric blue eyes scanned the filling cafeteria.
"Let's move somewhere else."
"Works for me." Standing up, Noin followed the tall man out
of the mess hall and back towards his office. Once safely inside, her
warm eyes watched her dear friend sump in his chair.
"I am beginning to wonder how to keep control of my situation with
out blowing everything out of proportion." The Sankian man began,
resting his weary head on the palms of his hands.
"That's a vague beginning..." She pressed.
With an irritated sigh, the blue eyed man continued. "I can't mourn
for Fei's loss, Wufei is trying, well for him, I'm lying to Mariemaia
everyday by pretending everything is fine. It's hot and cold with Wufei.
He tries then he doesn't, he let's me touch him, then conveniently he
remembers he is supposedly straight. I feel like I should be in mourning,
I can't be. Wufei gets worried and upset and then I feel bad for pushing
that onto him."