Fallen Angels Fly + Part Seven (cont)
Everyone had their own sense
of justice. You could not be given your justice.. Wufei had made a mistake
when he adopted Meiranís, because it was not his purpose, but hers. It
ate at him, when he could not live up to the image of her he had built
in his mind. But that was no more fair to her than it was to him. He knew
then, to continue fighting, he had to have his own purpose. Not Meiranís
"Don't hurt yourself by thinking too much, Wu," Duo's softly amused voice
cut through his heavy thoughts.
Wufei's dark eyes, so black in the night, focused on Duo, pinning them
with the intensity of the emotions moving inside of him.
Duo's breath caught somewhere inside of him, and the flash of desire that
jolted through him was so violent, he had to grab onto the railing to
steady himself. The way Wufei was looking at him... was almost predatory.
But there was a gentleness in those eyes that he knew was reserved for
only him, and it touched his heart, leaving a warmth that he had to close
his eyes against.
Arousal was something easy to explain and deal with, but love was another
thing entirely. He wanted Wufei not only because he was attracted to him,
but also because he loved him. And while that scared him deep into his
soul, he was not about to give it up.
Wufei watched those impossibly dark lashes lower over eyes he had grown
to love staring in to. Duo was such a complexity. He was light and he
was dark. He was laughter and he was solemnity. He was strong, and he
was special, so very special. Just being around him lifted you up, because
Duo genuinely cared. He shared himself with everyone, regardless of the
costs and gave and gave until he had nothing left to give. He was reckless,
stubborn, and a smartass, but he was Wufei's smartass.
"Yes," Wufei murmured to himself, "mine."
No matter how you shot him down, or how many times, Duo kept trying to
get through. His laughter brought Wufei light, and his humor made Wufei
smile. Wufei valued his honesty, treasured his intelligence, and admired
his skills in battle. He loved the sound of Duo's voice, wanted to touch
his soft hair any chance that he could be given, and had begun looking
for any excuse to be in the same room with the pilot without having even
known it. It was why, he knew, he put up with Duo's antics while pretending
to be annoyed. In truth, he held on to every moment spent in this beautiful
person's presence and looked back on them when he most needed it. In short,
he loved Duo.
And he wasn't even sure how to tell him.
Duo's eyes fluttered opened, disappointment flooding through him at the
amount of air still separating them.
He wanted Wufei at this moment, wanted to bond with him body and heart,
and could not see any way around the ache. The only way to make it go
away, was to assuage it, so that it could come back, and he could make
it go away again and again.
"Shh." Wufei interrupted him. And then, he was closing the distance between
Reaching his arm out, Wufei drew Duo slowly to him, until their bodies
melted into one another and breath, after shaky breath, fanned across
heated cheeks. Lips parted in answering need and mutual ache, and arms
came up to cling.. Wufei reached down and pulled the tie from Duo's hair
in one easy yank, running his fingers up the braid until the mahogany
mass spilled around them, reflecting colors in the moonlight. At the deft,
gentle touch of Wufei's fingers delving deep into his hair, Duo was helpless
to stop a shudder from twisting through him and a breathless gasp of pleasure
from escaping his lips.
He had never needed so much before, had never felt so much before. It
was as if he wanted to crawl into Wufei's skin with him, to get as close
as he could until nothing separated them.
Wufei closed his eyes briefly, reveling in the feel of Duo's surprisingly
strong body pressed against his own. Heat reached through his clothing,
searing his skin and leaving him trembling. Power tingled along every
nerve at being able to produce such reactions in Duo, and the knowledge
of it was both welcome and intoxicating. With that knowledge, he combed
deeper into Duo's hair, pressing his fingers softly to his scalp, so that
he could turn his face to his and slowly pull him closer. Their eyes remained
open, endless black and deep blue, so that all they saw and all they felt
was each other.
The wind blew softly across them, sending silken strands of Duo's hair
against the bareness of Wufei's arm. The fragrance of vanilla filled his
senses, leaving him surrounded by and reeling from the scent that always
clung to Duo. The lighter of the two reached up his hands and slid them
on either side of Wufei's face, watching with rapt fascination as the
other swallowed hard and his tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips.
Instinctively, Duo curved his hips into Wufei's, pressing them even more
firmly together so that not even the whisper of air could have inserted
itself between them.
Letting out an explosive breath, it was Wufei's turn to cry out softly
when Duo's hands slid down his body, molding to every inch of flesh they
came across, before curving around his backside. Two sets of eyes widened
at the contact, both from the sensation and the fact that Wufei's rear
end was as well muscled as the rest of him.
Here, tangled in the threads of silvery moonlight, Wufei thought that
Duo had never looked more beautiful. Lips were parted in silent acquiescence,
face flushed with the passion that had only just taken them in its grips,
and his eyes were bright with the inner fire that only Duo could possess.
Reaching down, Wufei took one of Duo's hands in his, tangling their fingers.
Raising their joined hands, he pressed the inside of Duo's wrist to his
lips. Duo's pulse jumped there, and he felt it, beating strong, and fast.
Seeing the surprise flickering in Duo's eyes at the touch, Wufei wondered.
Has no one ever romanced you, Duo?
Almond shaped eyes narrowed slightly as he considered what he did know
of Duo's past. It was very little, but what he had gleaned from the fragments
told him that Duo hadn't had the benefit of a large family such as his.
Granted, the traditions of his family often made their interactions stiff
and formal, but he at least had somewhere to return to if he wished. Duo,
it seemed, had nowhere but here. Was that why he always felt the need
to be underfoot? Did he crave human contact that much?
He closed his eyes, jaw tensing as warmth pooled in his groin from just
having his name spoken aloud, leaving the friction of Duo's body against
his very uncomfortable. But it was a welcome discomfort.
"You aren't mad, are you?"
Eyes flew open to regard Duo with some astonishment.
"Mad? If I was mad, you would know it," he added, sounding a bit closer
to the Wufei that Duo had grown accustomed to.
"I dunno... the look on your face there..." he trailed off, offering Wufei
a slight smile.
"It is nothing," Wufei dismissed, knowing that his thoughts on Duo's past
until it was freely offered to him would not be appreciated.
Now that words had intruded, however, he was going to discuss something
with Duo. It was important to him to leave every bit of the past behind
before moving on. And he could not conceivably see doing that by keeping
this from the boy who would become his lover. He knew it would not be
easily forgiven otherwise. Duo believed in complete honesty above all
else, and Wufei was bound by his love for him, and their friendship, to
"Yeah?" The other questioned with something closer to his original grin
as he tightened his grip on Wufei's hand.
Wufei nodded curtly.
He saw doubt cloud Duo's eyes again and cursed himself for the manners
which made perfect sense in the world that he had come from, but never
to this open, caring boy.
Wanting to reassure him, the Chinese pilot reached up and brushed hair
back from Duo's forehead, fingers gentle and lingering just enough that
the other knew it was difficult to touch him without wanting to continue
"There is something I need to tell you."
Some of his passion cooled at the serious tone of Wufei's voice. Damn
him, but he was frightened that the other boy was going to reject him.
After touching him like that, after making him feel so complete, after
making him feel so cared for. No one had ever made him feel that way before.
Sister Helen, Father Maxwell, Solo... they had cared for him in their
own separate ways, but never like this, never as Wufei did.
"Hey Wu, you can tell me," he urged, sounding more certain than he was.
Wufei didn't say anything for the longest time, just stared at Duo in
a way that made it difficult for the other boy to breathe. And then, slowly,
It was the most beautiful thing Duo had ever seen.
Wufei Chang was nice looking when he was scowling, nice looking when he
had that carefully blank expression on his face, nice looking period,
but Wufei Chang smiling a complete, tooth-filled smile, was stunning.
"Geez, Wu, you really know how to sock a guy in the gut."
Was that really him, sounding like an out of shape dork who had just gotten
done climbing 50 flights of stairs?
Somehow, that had been the wrong thing to say.
That beautiful smile faded away to reveal serious, unsmiling Wufei. And
worse, he moved away from Duo so that the sudden, unwelcome rush of cold
air filling the space where his body had been was like a harsh slap.
Wufei bowed his head, his back to Duo, and forced himself to relax. If
Duo would just quit saying his name like that, it would be a much easier
task to accomplish.
Straightening, he said with less warmth, his general feelings on discussing
this not warm ones to begin with, "Let us sit. Here," he added, indicating
to the two chairs nearest the edge of the balcony with an impatient jerk
of his hand.
Duo swallowed a groan. Further separation...
Rushing past Wufei as fast as his limp would allow, he threw himself into
the nearest chair, legs sprawling out in front of him to take pressure
from his knee.
"Okay, ready!" Duo informed him, flashing Wufei a grin.
The corners of Wufei's mouth tightened. Duo's mask was back in place.
But for now, it could not be helped.
Gingerly lowering himself into the chair, he settled his arms on either
rest and stared out into the darkness.
Duo had almost given up on Wufei even speaking, and had begun to squirm
in his seat, both from having to sit still for so long and because he
was worried about what the other was going to say, when Wufei's voice
came, quiet and even more composed than usual.
"I was married."
Silence. Wufei was almost afraid to look over at Duo, but he forced himself,
not quite certain what he was expecting to see.
Wufei had been married? Anti-social, likes-his-privacy Wufei had been
married? Somehow, that just didn't compute. And for some ridiculous reason
he didn't want to fully explore, Duo felt a surge of jealousy and no small
amount of hurt.
But it wasn't like he and Wufei had been close before. The Chinese pilot
had always kept to himself, and even when he was bugging him, Duo hadn't
gotten much out of him.
Some of that must have shown on his face, because Wufei's mouth tightened
at the corners again in the way that it did when he was displeased.
"Married? When?" Duo finally managed to choke out.
All traces of what they had shared only moments before was fast fading,
and Wufei's hands tightened convulsively on the arm rests. He had known
that it would be this way. It was why he hadn't wanted to speak of it.
But he had too much respect for Duo to keep it from him, and he cared
too much to ever lie.
"When I was 14. It was an arranged marriage."
Duo was by nature an empath, and because of his own feelings for Wufei,
he was even more sensitive to the Chinese boy's shifts in mood. Whatever
Wufei may be thinking now, Duo could tell he was very uncomfortable with
discussing this. The problem was, he had no way of knowing exactly why.
It could have been because she meant a lot to him...
"What... happened? How come you aren't still married?"
"She died." Wufei replied, matter of fact.
Duo sat back. "Hey, Wu, I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"Don't apologize. It was my choice to tell you this."
Now was the opening he needed.
"Why did you tell me?"
Wufei's eyes settled on him completely then, his expression grave.
Duo blinked under the weight of the stare.
"Do you really need to ask me that, Duo?"
Duo was too busy getting over the shock of having Wufei call him by his
first name to form a coherent reply. But when it penetrated, he realized
how Wufei had taken his words.
"No, Wufei," he answered softly. "I wanted to hear you say it."
Dark eyes never left his. They held his own prisoner with their strength.
"Because I thought you deserved to hear it before we made love."
Now he felt like someone had punched him in the gut.
"Oh..." was all he could manage, perfectly aware that he sounded like
Wufei smiled suddenly, catching him off guard, and sending him completely
reeling. He had severely underestimated this quiet, studious pilot of
The smile faded again, and he looked away. "I didn't love her. Not in
the way a husband should his wife. She and I disagreed on many things.
She was a warrior, and... she thought I was weak for avoiding fighting.
She died defending the colony from OZ. So I..."
"Took her place."
Wufei's head jerked around. "Yes. I wanted to bring her justice and honor
Duo's smile was slightly bitter. "You only had to remember her to honor
her memory, Wufei."
Wufei turned away again.
"Sorry. I didn't mean..." Duo began, only to fade away into hesitation.
They lapsed into a silence that was not entirely comfortable.
"Thanks for telling me."
A hand reached out between them, palm up. With a smile, Duo slid his own
into it, slim, pale fingers tangling with strong, bronzed ones.
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