& Found + Chapter 4 (cont)
Wufei's eyes fluttered shut
as Duo's lips closed over his, the touch tentative yet decisive, leaving
no doubt in the Chinese youth's mind that he'd correctly assessed the
other's feelings for him. One hand curled hesitantly around the American's
forearm; the other continued clasping Duo's tightly. Greatly daring, heart
pounding in his chest, Wufei let his lips part further and flicked his
tongue forward, inviting Duo to deepen the kiss; the braided youth tasted
him almost shyly before gently breaking contact and drawing back.
Lilac and ebony eyes drifted open, fixing on each other in rapturous wonder;
a long moment later, Duo blinked and spoke, barely more than a whisper.
"Why didn't I do that years ago?"
Wufei shook his head. "Why are you not doing it again?" It was
out of his mouth before he even realized that he was thinking it.
"I don't know," Duo laughed softly; and scooted closer, pulling
a blushing Wufei up against him, his head lowering once more.
The second kiss was even better, though neither of them could imagine
how that was possible. Their mouths met again, more confident this time,
warmer, bespeaking desires they had both thought forgotten long ago. Wufei
positively melted into Duo's embrace, all woes temporarily dismissed as
the chestnut-maned youth kissed him ardently, tenderly, passionately...protectively?
Yes, he thought, that word would fit Duo's demeanor at this moment. He
was only just beginning to realize that the depth of the other ex-pilot's
feelings mirrored the depth of his own. His wandering fingers found the
braid and grasped it tightly as Duo's hands moved gently to his face.
Duo's heart ached within him at the way Wufei so completely gave in to
him, at how perfect the other youth felt pressed against him. ~Why
didn't I tell him?~ he lamented, cradling the boy's face closer
and kissing him harder. ~He could have been mine four years ago...~
One hand slid to the back of Wufei's neck, fingertips delving hesitantly
into the ebony silk beneath the base of the ponytail; Wufei shivered in
his arms and tugged lightly on his braid.
They lingered over the kiss, each reluctant to break from the other, the
reality of this moment nearly too good to be true; it was Duo who finally
pulled back, a tiny sigh escaping him at the look on Wufei's face. It
was an expression that could only be described as 'I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven'--his
lips moist, slightly parted, their lush fullness tempting Duo to taste
them all over again; his eyes still closed, lashes a dark curl against
the pale bronze of his cheek, drifting slowly open at last to stun Duo
with the full force of the storm of emotions brewing within them.
The intensity in that gaze was incredibly humbling; Duo smiled shyly at
his long-lost friend and touched the band that held back the raven sheen
of Wufei's hair.
"May I?" he whispered, and Wufei barely nodded. The braided
youth untied the thin band almost reverently; he'd never seen Wufei's
hair down before. Once loosed, it fanned softly over his shoulders; Duo
slid both hands into the feathery silk on either side of Wufei's head
and lifted it gently outward and away so that it fell naturally around
the Chinese boy's face, completely altering the stark appearance he usually
kept up. He looked younger somehow, softer, somewhat vulnerable, almost
fragile; Duo bit his lip at the sight and struggled to breathe properly
past the ache in his chest.
"My god, you're beautiful," he said softly, fingering a thin
strand of ebony silk as obsidian eyes fell from his.
Wufei shook his head ever-so-slightly. "Again, Duo you are too kind,"
Duo's thumb and forefinger gently grasped his chin, directing his face
upward until their gazes met again. "No, I'm not," he said quietly.
"You are beautiful, 'Fei, and talented and honorable and good.
You're not a failure or a fuck-up. And if I wasn't such a brainless,
paranoid idiot I would have spoken up when I realized that I loved you.
It's my fault we've been apart and unhappy these last four years--I
shoulda just opened my stupid mouth--"
Wufei reached strong, slender fingers up and laid them to Duo's lips.
He felt a sharp pang of sorrow at the other's words, wanting more than
anything to comfort the boy. Was this how Duo felt, listening to him berate
"Your guilt is misplaced, Duo," he said softly. "I, too,
failed to say anything."
"Yeah, but you had reasons for not tellin' me. I was just plain chicken..."
Duo trailed off, heart melting as Wufei shook his head gently and smiled
"What was it you told me--no if-onlys; no might-have-beens?"
Wufei leaned forward slightly, daring to move his hand from Duo's mouth
to caress the boy's cheek. "The past is the past; it cannot be changed.
We must look to do better in the future."
Lilac eyes watched him steadily as their owner smiled at him, a soft,
sincere expression so different from the easy grin of lighter moments.
"That's damn good advice, Wufei," Duo said, raising one eyebrow.
"D'you ever listen to yourself when dispensing wisdom?"
Wufei glanced away with an acknowledging smile. He understood. He was
telling Duo to do exactly what he himself had not--to leave his past behind
him and move on to the future.
"Yes," he said softly, raising his eyes to meet Duo's again.
The American was beautiful. And Wufei was as much in love as he had been
four years ago. "I should heed my own advice and cease my self-recrimination.
Very well." He leaned forward more; his breath when he spoke was
light sigh across Duo's cheek. "Let us both leave our mistakes
behind us--" He pushed Duo gently back and down onto the couch, crawling
on top of him. "--and begin anew." His mouth descended firmly
over Duo's, stealing the breath away from them both.
Duo's pulse quickened as the weight of Wufei's body settled against him,
from both the unexpectedness of the action and a sudden acute awareness
of his physical attraction to the boy. Not to mention the fact that Wufei
was kissing him with an innate authority that he was not about to question.
He surrendered more than willingly, one hand resting hesitantly at Wufei's
waist, the other weaving beneath the silken fall of ebony hair to gently
cradle the back of the other youth's head as their tongues met softly
within the warm haven of Duo's mouth.
Duo sighed his contentment when Wufei drew back and began brushing light
kisses across his cheek and down his neck, unconsciously guiding the Chinese
youth with the hand still buried in the other's hair. He shivered almost
imperceptibly as Wufei gently placed another butterfly kiss just below
his ear; those lips were so soft, so warm, so tender...Duo felt as though
he were slowly melting away into little wisps of happiness. If only they
could stay this way forever...
Wufei shifted slightly atop him, settling them together with a greater
sense of confidence, his fingers curling in the shoulder of Duo's shirt.
"I love you, Duo," he whispered, mouth brushing delicately over
the American's skin. Duo shivered at the words, the joy he'd felt upon
hearing them the first time flooding through him again tenfold.
"And I love you, Chang Wufei," he breathed in return, gently
guiding the other back up to kiss him again.
Slowly, so slowly, the heat of desire began to build softly between them,
encouraging further exploration of one another and inciting Wufei to a
careful boldness he would not have thought proper in cooler moments. There
was no guarantee that Duo actually wished to bed him so suddenly, after
all; yet here he was, kissing the American with an ever-increasing sense
of abandon, hands straying up beneath the other's shirt, enticed to continue
by the warmth of the creamy alabaster skin he found there and the shivers
that ran through Duo's body as he did so.
After a moment Duo hesitantly began reciprocating the gesture, perfectly
willing to cautiously follow Wufei's lead, well aware that abandoning
himself to his own growing desires would land them in the bedroom and
needing to certain that Wufei wished to go so far as well. He was becoming
terribly hard within the denim of his shorts; he did his best to keep
Wufei from discovering that fact, not wishing to pressure the other boy
in any way.
His gentle exploration of Wufei's spine was interrupted a moment later
as the Chinese youth drew back and peeled off his uniform shirt abruptly,
dropping it behind him with his discarded jacket and falling back to Duo
once more, his unbound hair sweeping down to shroud both their faces in
a sweet, faint swirl of scent as their mouths met again.
The urgency in Wufei's kiss sent waves of awareness rippling through Duo's
body; the smooth warmth of Wufei's bared skin and the strength beneath
it only served to stoke the soft heat of his mounting desire. Those slender,
graceful hands moved lightly over his shoulders, gentle, affectionate;
it was somehow more arousing than if Wufei had been desperately tearing
his clothes off in a fit of uncontrollable passion. The sweet, hesitant
slowness of the whole situation was building a much stronger fire, a far
greater intensity than any quicker pace could have hoped to achieve. Duo
shifted slightly beneath the Chinese youth, wrapping one arm snugly about
the slender waist while continuing to caress that sculpted bronze back
with his other hand. He truly couldn't bring himself to care if they ended
up going no further, if they continued this way for the rest of the night.
It was simply heavenly.
And then Wufei began to move.
It was subtle at first, gentle, subconscious; Duo hardly noticed through
the pleasant haze in which their shared kisses had him floating. Slowly,
though, the sweet ache in his groin made itself known and he registered
the pressure of Wufei's body against his erection and shivered. Wufei
moved again, hips grinding softly against Duo's; and with that, the American
realized that he could feel the hard length of Wufei's penis straining
beneath the fabric of those uniform pants. He pushed back reflexively,
urgent need waking within him; and Wufei's hands tightened on his shoulders,
kiss becoming suddenly more insistent. Duo did his best to hold himself
in check as Wufei's mouth overpowered his and Wufei's hips moved in soft
rhythmic pulses against his own; it was no use. Desire curled and flared
low in his belly and at last he gave up the fight, his voice escaping
him as a soft moan into Wufei's ardent mouth as the Chinese youth began
carefully unbuttoning his shirt.
Wufei broke the kiss at last, all but undone by the gentle upward surging
of Duo's hips into his. He gazed down at the young man beneath him, a
mix of humility and adoration coursing through him as Duo's eyes opened.
There was nothing held back in that beautiful face; there were no more
walls, no more masks. Duo gazed up at him in return, all defenses down;
and Wufei felt as though he were looking straight into the other's soul.
Lying above Duo like this as the American reached up to gently run slender,
pale fingers through his hair, Wufei knew, beyond the shadow of
any doubt, that Duo loved him as much as he loved Duo. The knowledge was
humbling and exhilarating all at the same time, overwhelming; it was nearly
enough to make a man cry.
Wufei traced reverent fingertips over Duo's cheek, down along his throat,
underneath the now-open shirt, moving it gently aside, trembling at the
way Duo arched softly into his touch, those lilac eyes closing briefly.
He caressed Duo's skin again, feather-light, hesitating to move further
though he ached to do so.
"Wufei," Duo breathed; and there was a tremulous note in his
voice that bespoke the same intensity of emotion coursing through them
both. He was beautiful...so beautiful...
Helpless to resist, Wufei gently claimed the American's mouth once more,
his kiss heartfelt and hungry, drawing the softest of whimpers from the
taller youth as it lasted longer and longer. The touch of bare skin to
bare skin raced through him like fire; and Wufei could not deny that he
needed this boy, needed him heart and soul, now and forever...he broke
the kiss softly, one hand gently pushing unruly bangs away from his paramour's
"'Fei," Duo breathed fervently, just shy of a soft moan,
the old nickname become an ardent endearment. "Oh, Wufei..."
His hand was curled behind Wufei's neck, keeping the other pulled close
to him. "I love you," he whispered, raising his head so that
his mouth brushed over one bronze-tinted cheekbone as he spoke. "God,
I love you..."
Wufei closed his eyes, thrilling to the sound of those words from Duo's
He had never thought such overwhelming happiness, such peace, could
"I need you, Duo," he whispered, shivering as the other slid
a hand over his bare back again. "I have always needed you, from
the very beginning..." He paused, drowning in the violet eyes that
gazed up at him with such cherishing adoration, and continued in a reverent
near-whisper as his fingertips caressed an ivory cheek. "Would you
permit me the unparalleled honor of making you mine?"
Duo's heart surged within him at the other's gentle request; he moved
to brush feather-light lips up the curve of Wufei's delicate, swan-like
neck, nipping softly, lost in the scent of the boy. "I need you too,
'Fei...it means so much just to know that you want me..."
"More than anything," Wufei whispered fervently, dark eyes closing
in rapture as Duo shifted slightly beneath him.
The American's mouth moved gently to his ear, sighing the words that he'd
been aching to hear for years.
"Then make love to me, Wufei--please..."
TJ: Sorry, kiddies, no lemons this time around. My citrus & sap muses
just *don't* get along that well. You wouldn't *believe* the trouble I
went through to get *this* much out of them...(cracks open door to Muse
Ace: ...arrogant sex-crazed *bastard* and I'm *tired* of you *picking*
Bastian: And you're an annoying, na´ve little geek who needs to face reality
once in awhile! Your constant cheery-ness gets irritating *real* fast,
Ace: I'm a *sap* muse, you twit! I'm *supposed* to be happy!
Bastian: Yeah? It's a free imaginary plane of existence, ain't it? I'm
allowed to complain! So just *deal*!!
Ace: You'd be nothing without me! Sap is the glue that makes sex worthwhile!
TJ: (shuts the door again) Aye, my head...
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