By TJ Dragonblade
see chapter 1 for warnings, dislcaimer
Notes: More mild angstiness, more sap, more pre-lemony citrus...
& Found + Chapter 6
Wufei glanced up at his computer
screen for what had to be the millionth time to glare at the clock on
the far wall. By his reckoning, it had been hours since he'd last checked
it, but the damnable contraption said it had only been thirty minutes.
He hated the inconstant, changeable nature of time; for as slowly as the
hours dragged now, he knew they would fly all too quickly tonight.
Tonight. There was a part of him that feared Duo would be gone if he went
back to that hotel tonight; but he realized that was just the voice of
paranoia. Last night had been real; and Duo had far too much honor to
up and leave without warning after what they had shared. His heart's desire
would be waiting for him when he got off work...
Still, Duo would be leaving soon, and Wufei was impatient to return to
him and make the most of what time was left. He wanted the braided youth
to remain indefinitely, to always be there when he came home...
Funny how a hotel suite where he'd spent one night could feel more like
home than the quarters he'd lived in the past three months. Home, he realized
suddenly, would always be wherever Duo was.
In that case, should he not plan to accompany Duo when the American left
town? He hated it here; had hated it since he arrived. He was sick to
death of the whole Preventers organization. Why not cut all ties and leave
it behind him, looking only to a future with Duo?
~You have duties and responsibilities here,~ a sour little voice
reminded him. ~You cannot simply up and leave. Perhaps you could give
notice of your intent to resign and train a replacement; then you could
catch up to Maxwell on his journeys.~
~Chang Wufei, you are a fool,~ another voice piped up, this one
sounding suspiciously like Meiran. ~A person does not have many chances
to love. You should not let this one slip away again.~
With an irritated sigh, Wufei silenced the voices in his head. He would
figure out what to do before Duo left. In the meantime, he had status
reports and mission de-briefings to type up and file. With any luck, they
would keep him occupied until his shift was over.
By the time the clock read 17:29, Wufei's impatience had him ready to
burst. He was up from his chair and out his office door the instant the
glowing numbers switched to 17:30; he was in and out of his quarters in
record time, only grabbing a clean uniform to avoid coming back in the
morning. And then he was out of the building and on his bike, heading
back to the haven from reality he'd left that morning.
It was only as he knocked on the door of the fifth-floor suite that he
realized his heart was pounding and his mouth was dry and his palms were
damp with perspirations and he was nervous, anticipation having eaten
at him all day. But then the door opened, and there was Duo with his hundred-watt
smile and a welcoming laugh, pulling him inside and plastering him with
an enthusiastic kiss as the door swung shut.
Wufei purred his satisfaction as Duo's mouth melded to his and slid his
hands up the other youth's chest, pressing him back against the nearest
wall. "I missed you," he growled softly, lips brushing over
Duo's throat. "That was absolutely the longest day I have
ever spent at work."
"Missed you too," Duo offered rather breathlessly, arms tightening
briefly around his lover. "Now whaddya say we go get some dinner?"
"Dinner?" Wufei blinked, completely nonplussed. He'd somehow
imagined they'd fall straight back into bed and make love all night, though
he realized as his stomach rumbled discontentedly that perhaps Duo had
a valid suggestion after all.
"Yeah, I figured we'd go out. Knowing you, you either skipped breakfast
or worked through lunch--either way, you're due for another meal and I'm
starving! So do ya wanna go?"
"I am hardly dressed for anything special," Wufei protested,
drawing back far enough to eye the American's attire. He was wearing a
loose black tailored shirt, left casually untucked over a pair of black
slacks and black boots in the same low style he'd always worn. The clothing
suited him well; he looked as beautiful as ever. Wufei glanced down at
himself--sans jacket, his uniform had no distinguishing features or emblems
to identify him as a Preventer. But it was still hardly formal garb.
"You're dressed just fine, 'Fei," Duo said reassuringly. "These
pants look simply incredible on you, by the way. And it's not like we'll
go anywhere black-tie fancy, y'know? Just something nice and simple, maybe
kinda romantic, and then we'll come back here for dessert." His mouth
curved into a distinctly wicked smile, letting the shorter youth know
exactly what he meant by 'dessert'.
That one simple suggestion sent a little thrill of anticipation curling
through Wufei's stomach; he couldn't help angling a glance over Duo's
shoulder into the adjacent bedroom. He caught a glimpse of the freshly-made
bed with what looked to be some sort of flower petals scattered over the
coverlet. "Roses?" he queried, guessing; and was rather surprised
when Duo gently clapped a hand over his eyes.
"Ah ah ah!" the braided youth admonished, spinning him around
to face the opposite direction. "It's supposed to be a surprise.
No peeking!" He quickly shut the door between the two rooms.
"May I turn around now?" Wufei asked at the sound of the latch
clicking into place, amused by Duo's child-like enthusiasm, warmed by
the fact that Duo had taken the time to prepare something just for him.
"Only if you'll agree to dinner," Duo answered.
"Of course," Wufei said, turning around as Duo embraced him
again. "Anything is fine, so long as I am with you." He leaned
up and planted a soft kiss on Duo's smirking mouth. "Where did you
have in mind?"
They settled on a small Italian restaurant not far from the hotel, arriving
about an hour after it opened for the evening. They were seated in a small,
quiet booth in the back, far enough from the other patrons that it gave
the feel of being completely alone.
Dinner was pleasant and uneventful, consisting mostly of quiet conversation
and long looks at each other over portions of pasta and plates of salad.
Duo found himself repeatedly drawn into Wufei's dark velvet gaze, mesmerized
by the beauty of the Chinese youth, fascinated by every little movement
he made--the way his lips parted moistly then closed over the fork as
it withdrew, the delicate motion of his throat as he swallowed, the graceful
curve of his slender fingers as they picked up his long-stemmed glass...Duo
sighed. Everything about Wufei oozed an unconscious sensuality; there
was no way the American could simply forget about him and move on, even
had he wanted to. There had to be a way to convince Wufei to leave with
him; the Asian boy was too perfect to be left behind, abandoned to such
drudgery. Duo would take him away, unfetter him from the shackles of this
mundane existence, let them both live freely until they figured out what
they wanted to do in life...
"Are you alright?"
Duo realized rather suddenly that he was staring at an imaginary point
in space between them with a dreamy smile on his face and his fork paused
halfway to his mouth. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said quickly, his
smile brightening as he set the fork back on his plate. "Just thinkin'..."
"You," he answered truthfully. "How much you mean to me;
how I don't want to lose you..." He looked up and fell into Wufei's
eyes again. "How beautiful you are; how much I want to be with you
A faint tinge of color was now riding high in Wufei's cheekbones. "And
you mean everything to me, Duo. I only wish you could stay."
~Come with me.~ It was on the tip of Duo's tongue, but he didn't
say it. Now was not the right time. "Let's go," he said instead,
softly, tearing his gaze away at last from the hypnotic depths of Wufei's.
Both plates were nearly empty and neither of them was interested in eating
"Yes," Wufei agreed, just as softly; and Duo beckoned to their
server for the check.
As they exited the restaurant, Duo was struck with a sudden inspiration.
"Hey, 'Fei," he said, one hand on the other's shoulder. "Is
there a road up onto that mountain?" He pointed to a small mountain
a few miles distant whose shape bore a remarkable resemblance to the hump
on a camel's back.
"Yes," Wufei answered. "With enough money one can live
up there. Why do you ask?"
"Well...I hear the sunsets are spectacular here; I've kinda got the
itching to see one, if you don't mind..."
"Not at all," Wufei returned. "We shall do just that."
Duo molded his body to Wufei's as they sped off on the motorcycle, wind
searing their skin, his arms tightly wrapped around the Chinese youth,
face pressed to the back of the thin white shirt as Wufei's tailed hair
whipped past his helmet. He had to hunch over slightly, as Wufei was the
shorter of the two; but he found the benefits worth the discomfort. Holding
onto Wufei this closely felt so right--he squeezed just a little
tighter as the bike was steered onto a series of switch-backed roads that
led up the north face of the mountain. At last the came out on a broad
ledge away from the residences overlooking the city to the west and dismounted.
They sat, side by side, leaning against one another as the sun sank lower
in the sky, saying nothing, simply basking in the comfort of one another's
After several long moments, Wufei turned to his companion. "When
are you leaving?" he asked quietly.
Duo folded his arms around his drawn-up knees and looked down at the ground,
speedily debating what he ought to tell Wufei. Setting a distant departure
date might give him more time to convince the boy; but he also knew from
past experience that Wufei often responded better to urgency and short
Besides which, the sooner he got Wufei out of here the better.
"Day after next," he answered, barely audible.
"Where are you going then?" Wufei asked, his heart sinking.
Tonight and tomorrow were all he had left?
"I dunno." Duo sighed. "Someplace I haven't been that I
can get a ticket to on the spot. It's more fun that way, spontaneous and
"Fun." Wufei smiled slightly. "Enjoying life. That's what
matters most to you, isn't it?"
Duo turned his head and locked gazes with Wufei, returning the half-smile.
"Almost," he said gently, brushing the backs of his fingers
against his lover's cheek.
Ever modest, Wufei blushed faintly as he realized what Duo meant. His
gaze lingered on the American youth, noting just how beautiful he looked
with the setting sun glinting ruby-red light through his bangs.
Without a word, Duo leaned forward and kissed the other boy softly on
the mouth, prolonging the brief touch for a blissful moment. "I love
you," he whispered, forehead resting against Wufei's. "I always
will. And...and I'd like you to think about coming with me when I leave."
Wufei said nothing, simply pulled Duo closer and held him fiercely, mind
racing. Tomorrow night would be their last; then Duo would be out of his
The thought was unbearable.
Yet there was no way he could ask Duo to stay, to give up what he wanted
to be doing.
The answer, then, would seem simple--Wufei must leave the job he hated
to be with the boy he loved.
Not so difficult a choice when it came right down to it.
And yet still his sense of duty balked...
He shivered slightly, blinking away the faint sensation of tears that
pricked at the back of his eyes and holding Duo tighter. He had to make
his decision before tomorrow night.
He released Duo at last, offering a small smile as they both turned once
more to watch the sun as it slowly slid below the horizon. When the last
sliver of gold disappeared and the colors in the sky began to bleed to
darkness, they looked at each other once again.
"I love you too," Wufei said finally, fingertips tracing the
shape of Duo's face. "Since I first truly met you..." He pulled
up a smile. "I will consider your suggestion." He slid his hand
gently around the back of Duo's neck and drew him into a kiss that lasted
longer--far longer--than he had meant it to.
It was Duo who broke away at last, breathless. "If we don't go now,"
he gasped, "I'm gonna tear both our clothes off and have you do me
Wufei considered it for a split second--but no, the ground was too rocky,
uncomfortable; too public besides. "Right, then," he muttered,
climbing to his feet as Duo did the same. They mounted the bike and took
off, speeding down the mountain a bit faster than was probably safe in
the gathering dusk.
Wufei pounced on Duo the instant they got into the hotel room, reaching
up to drag the taller youth into a searing kiss while pushing him back
against the door. The American responded in kind, grabbing the firm curves
of the other's backside and grinding his hips forward, rock-hard desire
against rock-hard desire. Wufei growled deeply at the contact, one let
wrapping partially around Duo's, practically climbing the braided young
man in his urgency.
It was with great difficulty that Duo managed to disengage his lover's
arms from around his neck and put the shorter youth off a step or two.
"Wait here for just a sec," he ordered, somewhat breathlessly,
and ducked into the bedroom, ensuring that the door closed again behind
Slightly irritated and impatient, Wufei waited nonetheless, remembering
Duo's mention earlier of a surprise. After a moment Duo's voice called
out to him.
"Close your eyes!"
Wufei did as requested, hearing the door open a second later. Warm, slender
hands slid over his eyes from behind as Duo purred into his ear.
"Okay, now walk."
Obediently he took the few steps that would carry him into the bedroom,
nose wrinkling just the tiniest bit as a pleasantly warm, botanical scent
assailed his senses.
"You can look now," Duo said softly, removing his hands and
closing the door behind them.
The sight that met Wufei's eyes was perhaps a bit romantically clichéd
but effective nonetheless. Vases of deep velvet-red roses stood on either
bedside table, surrounded by dozens of glowing white candles of varying
height. That accounted for the scent of the room, he noted absently, taking
in the rest of Duo's preparations. More candles were placed about on any
available surface, spreading the warm sensual glow beyond the bed, which
was indeed covered with scattered rose petals as Wufei had seen earlier.
He let his gaze wander to Duo, standing off to one side with his black
shirt now unbuttoned and hanging enticingly open around him and his feet
"This is beautiful, Duo," he said sincerely, and was rewarded
by a humble smile from the lilac-eyed youth.
"Thanks," Duo said, shrugging very slightly. "I hoped you'd
like it--you deserve to be romanced; and I...I want to give you
everything. I wanted tonight to be special..."
"Every moment, every second I spend with you is special, Duo,"
Wufei said softly, moving to embrace his lover once again. Duo's arms
caught him about the waist and their mouths joined, crushing ardently
together with a fierce sense of oneness and a fair amount of urgency.
That urgency calmed and settled to a much stronger passion as they kissed;
Wufei gave himself over to it willingly, heat flaring pleasantly through
his body, curling in his belly and pooling strong and steady in his groin.
His hands roamed all over Duo and the American's roamed all over him,
touching, exploring, fingers finding their way beneath clothing to caress
bare skin and draw small sighs of pleasure from each other's throats.
Wufei simply lost himself in the sensations as Duo pulled him down onto
the bed, untying his hair and gently tugging the white shirt off of him
before easily shedding his own black clothing. Once naked, the braided
youth helped Wufei out of his pants almost reverently; and then they fell
together again, limbs tangled, mouths fused, tongues sparring heatedly.
The blaze of passion and desire built steadily within and around them
until at last Wufei found himself kneeling between Duo's spread legs,
sitting back on his heels and staring down at the American's inviting
"I'm yours, Wufei," Duo whispered, shifting his hips slightly
as he spoke; unable to ignore such magnificence, the Chinese youth took
hold of the other's turgid shaft and began stroking it gently, watching
enraptured as waves of ecstasy washed over Duo's face.
"Oh, 'Fei--Wufei--" Wufei leaned down as Duo moaned his name
and licked at the peaked nubs of dusky nipples, moving softly to lay alongside
the boy as he kissed his way up the slender white throat before claiming
the American's mouth with hungry, eager lips. Desire and need coursed
through him, throbbing in his veins, in his erection where it pressed
firmly against Duo's hip, making him tremble, filling him with anticipation.
For tonight would be different than ever before--tonight, he made a gift
to his heart's desire, a gift of the last aspect of his long-lost virginity,
an unspoken testament of the place Duo held in his heart.
"Duo," he whispered, delighting at the way his lover's member
twitched in his hand as he said the name. "You have made me unbearably
happy, xin ai; and I want..." He trailed off, lips grazing over Duo's
earlobe. "I want you to take me, tonight...if you are willing..."
"I...I...'Fei," Duo sputtered, the slight movement of his hips
stilling as he turned to look Wufei in the eye with some surprise. Clearly
he had not expected such a request.
"I have never been taken, Duo," Wufei said softly, falling into
the lovely depths of his lover's gaze. "I want you to be the one...no
one has ever come close to making me feel as you do..."
"My god...Wufei...I--" Duo was at a loss for words, deeply moved.
"I don't...I don't know what to say...I-I've never been anyone's
"Say yes," Wufei urged, breath caught in his throat, irrationally
afraid that Duo would turn him down.
The American slid a hand into the silken mane of ebony hair and pulled
his Chinese lover down into a fiercely passionate kiss, arching up against
the beautiful body above him in a show of complete acquiescence, humbled
nearly to the point of tears that Wufei thought him worthy of such a gift.
"Yes," he whispered against Wufei's lips. "Oh, yes--anything
for you--" He rolled them both over, raining ardent kisses over the
Asian's perfect face. "I love you...I love you...god, Wufei, I love
It was the sweetest surrender Wufei had ever known.
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