By TJ Dragonblade
see part 1 for warnings, disclaimers
Dreams + Part 2
Wufei was well on his way to
a hormonal meltdown, and it was all Duo Maxwell's fault. Damn it, just
seeing the boy at the dinner table, in the hall, in the living room, anywhere,
was enough to make him uncomfortably hard anytime throughout the day.
He'd been... er, relieving stress(1) incessantly in the week since he'd
ended up seeing Duo's little dream on the couch; it just wasn't enough
anymore. He wanted the real thing. But that was *not* going to happen.
Still, it was practically all he could think about. Not even reading could
take his mind completely away. So tonight he was trying something different.
He was watching a hockey game. First time ever. He didn't quite grasp
all the rules; concentrating on figuring them out gave his mind something
to keep it sufficiently engaged instead of being constantly preoccupied
with Duo. His experiment was a fair success, it seemed. Until...
"Whoa, `Fei! I didn't know you liked hockey!"
Speak of the devil. Or think of, rather. The wet dream himself sauntered
into the room and folded into a careless long- legged heap on the opposite
end of the couch. "Oooohh, the L2 regional play-offs! My team's playing!"
Duo leaned forward excitedly, eyes on the game.(2) "Who ya cheerin'
"Neither," Wufei admitted, resisting the temptation to lok over
at his fellow pilot. "This is the first game I've ever seen."
Damn it, why did Duo always have to seek out his company? Not that he
minded, truly; but the way his self-control was slipping lately, he needed
time without his obsession to fully rebuild it. At the same time, he wanted
to spend every waking moment in Duo's presence just for the sake of being
near him. The contradiction was wearing him down, slowly but surely.
"First game, huh? What caught your interest?"
Wufei shrugged. "It's something different." Sensible nature
lost out to libido and he glanced over at Duo. He immediately wished he
Damn him anyway, the boy was hardly even dressed. He was wearing black
satin pajamas; they were far too short to hide any of his splendid legs
and he hadn't even bothered to button up the shirt. Most of his body was
Wufei groaned mentally and forcefully redirected his attention. "What
does `off sides' mean? All the players are all over the floor except the
two in the nets; how can they tell?"
"It's when an offensive player enters the defensive end before the
puck does," Duo answered matter-of-factly, eyes still fixed on the
screen, darting back and forth as the action progressed. Okay, this might
work. Talk about the game. Learn something, however trivial and insignificant.
Wufei snatched at the opportunity. Anything to keep from ogling the boy
beside him and giving himself away. He pulled out another term he hadn't
quite fully understood. "What about `icing'?"
"That's when they slap the puck to the other end of the arena but
no one's there to catch the pass and the other team touches it first."
Duo suddenly whooped and stabbed both fists into the air. "Goal!
Wufei took note. The home team seemed to be Duo's team; they were now
ahead three to one and just a little more than halfway through the third
and final period. "They don't score much in this game," he observed
doubtfully as the multiple-angle instant replays began.
"Nope. That's what makes it so exciting." Duo gestured at the
replay. "Didja see that, Wu? That was perfect!"
Apparently the goal had been very well executed. Wufei frowned slightly
as the announcer threw out another strange phrase. "What's a `hat
Duo laughed and gestured at the screen again as the goal shot was shown
from yet another angle. "That, Wu-man. That's a classic example."
Wufei's frown deepened. "I thought that was called making a goal."
Duo laughed again and leaned over just far enough to punch him lightly
in the arm. "No, Wu, it's the way he made the goal."
One quick explanation and a commercial break later, the game resumed;
within the hour, it was over. Duo's team won, prompting a victorious shout
of "Yes!" from the braided boy. When Wufei reminded him that
the others were asleep, he flopped back onto the couch, one foot on the
floor and the other knee drawn up as he slouched down comfortably. "Now
that was a great game," he sighed, sounding as perfectly pleased
as if he'd made the winning shot himself. "So whadja think, Wu?"
"It was interesting," Wufei conceded as the post-game show began.
Interesting enough to keep his mind where it should be, anyway. Duo's
presence was not quite so distracting anymore.
"Very," Duo agreed, slouching a little more. "Next time
I'll have to watch the whole thing with ya." Wufei just nodded, most
of his attention still on the post-game commentary.
Uncharacteristically, Duo stopped talking after that; engrossed as he
was in ignoring the boy, it was several minutes before Wufei realized
that he had fallen asleep.
And suddenly the sportscasters' chatter was not quite distracting enough.
The black-eyed boy sighed heavily. "Why doesn't he go to his bedroom
before he crashes?" he muttered to himself. He tried to return his
attention to the television, but his resolve was crumbling. Duo was asleep,
after all; he wouldn't know his fellow pilot was devouring the sight of
him. And he was tired of concentrating on not seeing Duo. He was
going to dream about the boy anyway; why not provide fresh imagery?
Vaguely he registered in the back of his mind that it was rather odd for
Duo to have fallen asleep so quickly. Perhaps he was faking it. But why
would he be doing that? No, there was no reason to be so paranoid. Duo
had just dropped off suddenly, much like he had last week. And like last
week, Wufei was on hand to observe. This time proved to be a little more
exciting. Duo was so much closer, after all, and so... so very nearly
naked. Those shorts were so short he was practically flashing Wufei, slouched
down with his knee up like that. And --
Dear gods, the boy was visibly hard underneath the thin black cloth. Did
he have nothing but erotic dreams?
Wufei sat still for a moment, watching with anticipation as Duo shifted
against the couch and slid a hond down to his groin, bringing a low sigh
from his sleeping throat. The Chinese boy wrapped his arms around himself,
quelling the urge to reach over and stroke his fingertips down the ivory
leg so close to him. No telling what might wake Duo at this point.
And really, his conscience interjected, that meant he ought to leave.
Duo would, in all likelihood, be terribly mortified to wake in the middle
of that sort of dream to find Wufei in the room with him.
It wasn't honorable to stay and watch like this. But the sight of him
in this state was so appealing... Wufei argued with himself for a moment,
libido and that pesky conscience vying for control; ultimately, the libido
was suppressed again.
Reluctantly, then, he slid carefully off of the couch, standing slowly
and silently. He stole one last glance at the object of his affections
as Duo squirmed against his own grip and moaned softly; Wufei shivered
at that sound and resolutely left the room.
Too late, though. Duo's voice rose behind him.
"Wu... Wufei... oh, GOD -- "
Wufei froze. No. It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible. The tone of
that voice was so heavy with lust, with passion; it was simply inconceivable
that Duo had really just moaned his name. He must have heard wrong. Yet
it had sounded so clear...
Slowly, disbelieving, he turned and ventured back into the room, just
barely. What he saw made his knees go suddenly weak; he grabbed at the
doorframe for support.
Honor be damned. This was impossible to ignore. Duo was still asleep and
deep in the grip of his fantasy -- head tilted back, mouth slightly
open, one arm thrown over his eyes. But what had so fully captured Wufei's
attention was the fact that Duo had pulled himself out of his shorts and
was now stroking freely up and down his rigid shaft, hips pumping slightly
with the motion. It looked... delicious was really the only word.
Wufei stared in helpless worship at the sight before him, arousal rapidly
suffusing his body. What he wouldn't give to touch the boy like that,
to taste him, to take him...
Duo moaned again, breath hitching in his throat, more words tumbling from
his unconscious lips. "God, I want you---ooooohhh, Wufeeeiii... "
"Oh, gods," Wufei whispered weakly, one trembling hand dropping
mindlessly to his own now-throbbing member. There was no mistaking that.
Duo was definitely dreaming of him.
Duo fought to keep the triumphant smirk from his face as he observed Wufei's
surrender. The arm thrown over his eyes shadowed them just enough, allowing
him to open them to slits. He had only done so when he felt Wufei leave
the couch; his plan was no fun if Wu didn't stay for the show.
So he'd turned it up a notch or two, dropping Wufei's name on a heated
moan and exposing himself for good measure. He'd been unable to resist
carefully looking to make sure his prey took the bait. The look on Wu's
face when he came back was priceless and oh- so-arousing; Duo had used
his name again to make sure he was hooked. Wufei's hand settling over
his groin assured the braided boy that his chosen victim wasn't going
Duo sank back into his little exhibition, determined to make the most
of his admirer's attention now that he had it. He stroked himself firmly,
back arching helplessly as pure pleasure lanced through his veins. This
was just too good, too intense, laying here driving his own need higher
while watching as Wufei stood by fondling himself to the sight. He wasn't
going to last much longer like this. And `Fei was staring at him with
such a hungry look in those gorgeous dark eyes... his hand tightened and
he gasped, squirming into the couch cushions and letting loose with breathless
moans as he felt himself nearing his pinnacle. God, he was going to come
and Wufei was going to see it...
That thought proved to be too much. Duo gasped again as his orgasm his
and cried out softly, warm sticky fluid spilling over his hand. "God
A strangled groan and a curse muttered in Chinese answered him followed
by the sound of Wufei's footsteps hurrying way down the hall.
Duo dropped the arm from his face and finally let his grin break through,
sighing deeply. That had been incredible, better even than he'd imagined
last week. And now, having engaged in this experiment, he was almost certain
Wufei wouldn't reject him if he tried coming on to the boy.
"Who knew I was such an exhibitionist?" he murmured to himself,
grabbing a wad of tissues from the box on the end table and cleaning up.
He rearranged his shorts properly and stood, stretching a kink out of
his back as he yawned. "Time for bed," he mumbled, turning off
the TV. "I'll seduce him tomorrow night, and see where it goes from
there... " He grinned again. "Wonder what he's doing now...
Actually, Duo had a fairly good idea of what his shy little love interest
was doing; he knew what he'd be doing, anyway, if their roles had
been reversed. The temptation to see if his suspicions were correct proved
too much to resist as he reached his room. A twinge of guilt surfaced
as he entered the bathroom and silently turned the knob of Wufei's door;
really, though, he rationalized, it was only fair. The Chinese boy had
gotten quite a show; now it was Duo's turn. He cracked the door open and
peered through carefully.
He wasn't disappointed. Wufei was kneeling on the end of his bed, bathed
in the silvery spotlight of the moon, the distinctly muscular lines of
his nude body perfectly accented by its glow. He was leaning slightly
forward, head tipped down, left hand gripping the foot rail, the other
pumping rapidly over the length of his shaft. He was obviously taking
great pains to be quiet, but his soft gasping breaths and low moans were
clearly audible in the silence of the room. Duo's name was whispered repeatedly;
Duo found himself easily aroused again by the sound of it. He watched
and listened with bated breath as Wufei tossed his head back, those full
lips parting slightly as he gasped again and moaned something new. "Duo
I need you... fuck me, please -- "
Behind the bathroom door, Duo's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't thought
that word was even part of the Chinese boy's vocabulary. He dropped
one hand to his renewed hard-on, rubbing gently to assuage the need. It
felt deliciously naughty to be doing so while spying on his secret crush.
Wufei fell forward against the bed post, catching his weight on one shoulder
as the hand that had gripped the rail slid over his body and behind him.
Duo barely stifled his own heated groan as he watched the boy do to himself
what he'd begged of his imaginary lover. The braided pilot was mightily
tempted to announce his presence, take over Wufei's task, and finish it
properly. He realized, though, that revealing himself now would only serve
to embarrass Wu terribly and very likely make him withdraw from Duo completely.
So he held his place, working himself hotter as Wufei drew closer to the
Very shortly, the boy in the other room let out a low, strangled cry and
threw his head back, his perfect body tense and trembling as he found
his release. Duo watched, breathless and enraptured as Wufei fell back
limply onto the bed, completely spent. The Chinese boy breathed his name
one last time; the note of loneliness and longing in his tone was so acute
that Duo very nearly went to him. He restrained himself at the last second,
silently closing the door that hid him and vowing that this secret voyeurism
would end tomorrow night.
Retreating to his own room, he quickly satisfied his body's demands a
second time before falling into a deep slumber laced through with visions
of a certain Chinese beauty.
The next evening, Heero was watching the news and Wufei was curled into
his chair reading when Duo entered the main living room of the safe house.
"Hey Heero, Wu-man!" he greeted brightly, settling on the opposite
end of the couch from the Wing pilot. He gestured at the screen. "Anything
important goin' on?"
"Not yet," Heero answered without looking at him. Duo took advantage
of that fact to casually rearrange his open pajama top to cover himself
a little better. No need to display his body to Heero, after all. That
fascination was over and done with. He stole a glance at Wufei, knowing
that the boy was probably listening to the news with one half of his mind
and absorbing his reading with the other even though he appeared to be
completely engrossed in his book. The Nataku pilot was talented that way.
And he looked absolutely perfect this evening, long red silk pajamas of
a distinctly Eastern cut draped over his compact, slender frame, one strand
of his hair miraculously worked our of his severe ponytail and curving
delicately along the side of his face, lips moving ever so slightly as
his eyes moved down the page. Duo nearly sighed aloud. The boy really
was stunningly beautiful.
Deathscythe's pilot did his best not to fidget impatiently as the newscast
droned on. It was difficult to pay full attention to the run-down of current
events; he wanted the program over and Heero gone. Tonight he was
making his move on Wufei; just thinking about it made him nervous. Waiting
like this made it worse. When the news anchors finally signed off, Heero
stood and tossed the remote to Duo. "All yours," he said shortly
and left the room.
Duo swallowed nervously and slouched into a comfortable position, letting
his clothing fall open again as he did so. He switched the TV channel
to something he might normally watch, but his eyes were fixed on Wufei.
No reason to worry, he assured himself. He'd been there last night, seen
how badly Wu wanted him. There was no reason to be afraid the boy would
reject his advances. Just play like he had the previous evening, drawing
the other pilot into a state of arousal before revealing that he wasn't
asleep, and let things progress from there.
Duo sighed and let his eyes slide shut. Time to start the game.
(1) Can you say whacking off?
Wufei: I could, but it's just so uncouth...
Wufei: I beg your pardon? I most certainly am *not*.
Duo: (smirking) Prove it.
Wufei: (smirking back) Gladly.
They'll be busy for awhile...
(2) I can't shake the notion of Duo as a hockey fan. They just go together,
Wufei: Perhaps because they're both loud, rowdy and obnoxious?
(3) I still don't have that one quite figured out. Anyone wanna explain
it to me?
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