Duo nearly lost his mind under
the intensity of that kiss. His entire existence had narrowed to one focus:
Beyond all hope, he'd ended up half-dressed and hot-blooded, held willingly
captive under the one person who meant more to him than anything; said
person happened to be beautiful as well, sexy beyond belief, in love with
him too, and currently just as half-dressed and hot-blooded as he was.
One hand struggled persistently for freedom, finally granted; Duo reached
up and swiftly unknotted the tie in Wufei's hair. His trembling fingers
tangled into the loosened ebony silk, holding the back of the other boy's
head, insistently pulling that luscious mouth harder against his own.
He was drowning, dying surely under smothering waves of ecstasy; and that
kiss was the only thing that could keep him alive. He would not let go.
His other hand was released a moment later; he had his arm around Wufei's
shoulders in an instant, fingers clawing lightly at the golden skin. If
he could've fused their two bodies into one being, he would have.
Wufei found that kiss nearly impossible to break away from but finally
managed, gasping for breath when he was released at last. "Gods, Duo,"
he choked out as his lover's hands slid over the skin of his back. "You're
going to kill me--ohh--" He ended in a strangled moan as Duo's hands clasped
his rear and Duo's still-clothed erection thrust against his own. Locking
gazes with the braided pilot, he found that those amethyst eyes had gone
nearly eggplant-dark with desire. The need on that beautiful face could
not be ignored; the next words he spoke proved that his patience was nearing
"Pants off. Now," Duo practically growled, grinding upwards again. "I
want more..." He tugged desperately at the white silk still clothing the
other boy, his hips writhing insistently.
Wufei slid nimbly out of Duo's grasp, his open mouth trailing down to
his fellow pilot's trembling stomach. He laid a flurry of hot, moist kisses
around the navel while caressing Duo's waist; ultimately, he could not
ignore the evidence of his lover's desire straining the black cloth so
near his face. He moved one hand slowly inward from Duo's hip, stopping
just short of his goal, waiting until the tortured American spoke.
"Please--" That one word, issued unsteadily on a shaking breath, told
Wufei everything he wanted to know. He closed his hand over the tight
bulge before him, squeezing gently; Duo's head fell back and he groaned,
the sound pulling heavily from the depth of his being. He shuddered a
little, words tumbling from his lips as the raven-haired pilot continued
massaging his throbbing erection.
"God, yes...don't stop...unh--Wufeeeiii..."
The sound of his name moaned on such a note of wanton abandon was too
much for Wufei; he yanked open Duo's pants and slid them off the boy's
arching hips, boxers and all. Then, without warning, he took the length
of the burning flesh revealed into his mouth.
Duo's entire body snapped taut at that touch and he cried out in surprise,
his hips straining upward into the wet heat that engulfed him. He began
thrashing uncontrollably against the bed as that steaming heaven withdrew
and returned, lost in the sudden ecstasy, head tossing as Wufei's hands
gripped him firmly, stilling him somewhat. Breathless moans tore from
his throat as Wufei's mouth continued moving over him, working him relentlessly.
He clawed wildly at the bed covers, needing something to anchor himself
as his world dissolved into surges of white-hot lightning with each languid
stroke of Wufei's tongue over his sex. No one had ever done such a thing
to him before; the way it felt was beyond imagination. He cried out again,
"Oh GOD 'Fei!"
In an instant, Wufei was back on top of Duo, muffling his voice with an
anxious kiss. His gregarious American was just as vocal in the heat of
passion; the others might hear. Instinct dictated that he quiet the boy;
but after a few seconds of swallowing Duo's disappointed sounds of protest,
he reconsidered. Let the others hear; let them listen if they wanted.
HE needed to hear how much Duo liked what he was doing.
"Why'dja stop?" Duo asked, a pout in his breathless voice. "That felt...incredible."
It was the only word he could come up with; he continued moving softly
against Wufei, seeking a return to that state of mind-numbing pleasure.
"I'm sorry," Wufei murmured, brushing searing kisses across the side of
Duo's face. His own arousal was burning too hot to ignore, every nerve
on fire, screaming for release. The taste of the boy combined with his
reaction to being orally pleasured had pushed Wufei to the point of no
return. "I need you now. Can't wait any longer..." He raised himself
slightly and caught Duo's gaze. "May I take you?"
Duo blinked in surprise, body stilling. "Well...yeah," he answered. He
had never been asked for permission. He had just assumed that was where
this encounter was headed. But Wufei had asked. And somehow that made
the idea far more appealing than it had been when he was younger.
Wufei kissed him again. "Thank you," he whispered fiercely, then quickly
stood to shed the last of his clothing. He turned back to find that Duo
had kicked off his pants and was now facing away from him on hands and
knees, waiting. He knelt behind his braided lover, leaning over to touch
the silken chestnut rope and brush it gently to one side, certain needy,
aching parts of his body pressing into certain other parts of Duo's in
a way that turned his bones to gelatin. Trembling ever-so-slightly, he
kissed his way up the slim back bowed before him and grasped the slender
shoulders, laying his head between them.
"I can't take you like this," he said softly. He wrapped his arms around
the other's chest. "I need to see you, see your face. I want to love you,
not just...screw you."
Duo made a small sound of surprise before laying down and turning over.
The look on his face was one of bewildered wonderment. "Never done it
this way," he confessed as Wufei's body draped over his own. Skin met
bare skin, sending tremulous shivers down Duo's spine as his Chinese lover
kissed him tenderly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around the other
boy, holding him close until the kiss was broken.
And then he could feel his body tensing up; next came the part that had
always been the focus of past encounters, the part that had never been
that great for him.
Luckily, his new lover was very different. And highly empathetic.
Wufei could sense the other's sudden reluctance and easily guessed the
reason behind it. "I will make this better than anything that has been
done to you," he promised, reaching for a small bottle on the bedside
table. Applying its contents to one hand, he took a hold of his aching
shaft and pumped it a few times, liberally coating himself with the lubricant.
He then took a little more and stroked two fingers against his lover's
entrance before carefully slipping one inside. At the same time, he wrapped
his other hand around the braided boy's still-rampant erection, stroking
it slowly up and down.
Duo felt some of the nervous tension ease out of his body at those touches.
Wufei was being so gentle in preparing him; surprisingly, it was rather
pleasant. He arched experimentally into the dual sensation, his eyes closing.
"Make me yours," he sighed as a second finger slipped inside of him. This
felt so much better than what he remembered.
When his lover's hands withdrew a moment later, he braced himself for
the sudden pain that would follow. But it never came. Instead he felt
Wufei's stiff member pressing against and then into him slowly, so slowly,
until they were completely joined. He let out the breath he hadn't realized
he'd been holding. It had happened so easily, so incredibly gently.
Wufei's eyes slid closed, a sigh of longing fulfilled whispering from
his lips as he entered the lithe body beneath him. This felt too perfect,
too much like countless heated dreams to believe it was real; he was half
afraid that Duo would melt away beneath him at any moment, leaving him
cold and alone. But when he opened his eyes, Duo was still there, still
touching him, still joined with him in the most intimate act he knew.
This was real. It had to be real. He held still a moment longer, allowing
his lover to adjust to their union; he then leaned over, softly breathing
the other's name.
"'Fei...kiss me..." Duo answered just as softly, something like gratitude
shining in his violet eyes. He raised his chestnut head to meet Wufei's
mouth, braid trailing beside him, hands gripping the bronzed arms lightly.
Their kiss was warm, achingly gentle, and very, very real. Unable to hold
back any longer, Wufei began to move slowly. Duo gasped at that, his head
falling back, hands digging into Wufei's shoulders.
"Aah, Wufeeeiii," he breathed heavily, a definite note of wonder in his
voice. "I didn't know--god!--could feel...feel so...mmmmmm..." Words failed
him; his body fell back against the bed, arms pulling his lover in close.
He wrapped his legs around the muscular youth above him, surrendering
completely, hips rocking upward into the slow thrusts that rode him. "More,"
he groaned softly as his movement deepened the erotic sensation. "God,
Wu, give me more..."
A quivering moan escaped Wufei's throat at the feel of Duo moving beneath
him, wrapped around him, begging for more; his hips quickened of their
own volition, driving them both deeper into the passion that gripped them.
Duo's voice rose from soft moans to rhythmic cries, heightening in intensity
as Wufei loved him. He tossed his head, eyes squeezing shut, body shuddering
helplessly at the waves of liquid fire washing through him with every
thrust from his lover. Nothing had ever felt so right, so mind-numbingly
good; it was all he could do to hold onto the other boy, his nails
digging into the bronze back as his lover's name fell from his lips again
"Oh GOD 'Fei! Wufei...oh my god! "
Wufei threw his head back, gasping, dying in the intensity of the moment.
Duo was all that mattered, all that he'd ever needed; and Duo was here,
tangled with him in the throes of passion, crying out his name
over and over. He ground his hips firmly into the American's, whimpering
softly as the white heat flooding his senses became too much to bear.
Nothing existed beyond Duo clinging to him, clawing his back, mindlessly
crying his pleasure; Wufei shuddered and his rhythm increased. The sound
of that voice and the heat of that body drove him higher and hotter until
at last he exploded, choking out Duo's name as his climax rolled over
him. Gouts of earth-shattering pleasure washed through him as he shook
uncontrollably, gradually subsiding until he went limp in Duo's arms.
The braided pilot gentled his hold on Wufei, hands stroking down his sweat-dampened
spine and back up, ivory legs easing down around bronze. He brushed soft
kisses against the flushed face above him, smoothing sweat-soaked raven-dark
hair away from his lover's slender neck to taste the salt of his skin.
When Wufei found his strength again and gently ended their union, still
trembling from the intensity of emotion behind his orgasm, Duo continued
moving softly beneath him, his body still seeking release.
Wufei smiled at that. The boy obviously hadn't come; good. That meant
that Wufei could take the time to finish him off with all the attention
The Chinese boy slid his sated body off of Duo's, hushing his whimpered
protests with a slow, sensual kiss, cradling the slender form against
him. Duo curled into the embrace, eagerly returning the press of his lips,
the flickering touch of his tongue.
At last Wufei pulled away, still holding Duo, and looked down into that
beautiful, unguarded face. He was surprised to see a look of worry creeping
into the violet eyes.
"What is it?" he questioned softly, brushing damp bangs away from those
eyes. The sight of Duo lying open and defenseless in his arms sparked
a fierce protective instinct in him. Anyone who hurt this boy in any way
had better be prepared to face down the wrong end of Wufei's blade.
Duo seemed hesitant to answer. "It's just...I...oh please, Wufei, please
don't leave me like this!" he finally burst out.
Wufei blinked, duly startled. Did the boy honestly think he would take
his own pleasure and be done with no thought for Duo's satisfaction? But
really, though, if that's what he'd always known, what else would he expect?
"Please," Duo begged again, his tone sounding just a little too hopeless.
"Never," Wufei swore vehemently, pulling Duo tighter against him. "I would
never do that to you." He dropped another long kiss to the American's
swollen mouth, lingering as he relaxed his grip on the boy. He leaned
on one elbow, arm laid beneath Duo's head, the other hand beginning an
unhurried appreciation of the slender body pressed alongside his own.
His fingertips traced lightly down Duo's arm, trailing shivers in their
wake and twining with the braided boy's own as they continued kissing.
After a moment he gently disengaged his hand to place it on Duo's thigh,
caressing softly, moving up over his hip and along his side, brushing
soft patterns against his narrow chest.
Wufei's light touches coaxed a low sigh and a whispered "Please" out of
Duo; the Chinese boy smiled to himself and brushed his thumb over the
pert nub of one nipple before pinching it gently, eliciting a tiny gasp
from his lover. Little by little he swept his hand downward, playing over
the tautness of Duo's flat stomach as he trailed his kisses down the American's
slender white neck.
"Mmmmmm, Wufei," Duo purred, turning his head aside and tilting it away
in a clear invitation for more. He shifted a little against the bed, trying
unsuccessfully to bring Wufei's slow-roving hand closer to the focus of
the burning ache that filled him. He breathed his lover's name again,
a clear note of pleading in his voice.
Wufei shivered at the way Duo drew out that sound and gave in somewhat
to the unspoken plea, his hand creeping lower as he nipped lightly at
his fellow pilot's ear. His fingers glided over the ridge of Duo's hipbone,
bypassing their intended target in favor of stroking down the lean, toned
muscle of his thigh and caressing the warm skin of its inner surface--first
one leg, then back up and around to the other. He strayed ever nearer
to the proof of Duo's arousal, not quite touching, teasing mercilessly.
Deathscythe's pilot moaned impatiently, twisting his body, trying to force
the contact that wasn't going to happen until Wufei decided he had suffered
long enough. Desperate with need, he reached for that hard, throbbing
ache himself, only to have his hand batted away gently but insistently.
Frustrated, he growled low in his throat and turned to fix his torturer
with a somewhat hazy violet glare.
"C'mon, Wu," he panted, voice rough and breathy with anticipation, trembling
with raw lust. "You gonna touch me or what?"
Wufei let his lips curve into what he knew was an evil grin. "Patience
is a virtue, Duo," he murmured, even as he relented, the tip of his middle
finger tracing up the top surface of Duo's shaft, over the tip, and down
Duo's body jerked involuntarily at the long-awaited touch that was still
not enough. "Not right now it's not!"(1) he gasped, his hand grabbing
Wufei's wrist as the other boy continued tracing patterns along his arousal
with that one light fingertip. "God, Wu, I need--please...god, please,
'Fei, stop teasing!"
Completely undone by his lover's helpless begging, Wufei silenced the
braided boy by kissing him savagely and finally wrapped his hand around
the stiff erection presented to him.
Duo practically sobbed against his mouth, hand clenching on his wrist,
hips surging into his grip, thrusting mindlessly for the promise of relief.
Wufei pressed his fingers firmly around the sensitive flesh, stroking
his lover in a rhythm that pushed him steadily toward the ecstasy he sought.
Duo's head lashed back, his body jerking against Wufei's, his breath coming
in short gasping cries.
Wufei closed his eyes, drinking in the sound, the feel of his lover's
pleasure. To think that he could have such an effect on this boy--it was
almost too much to believe. He continued his ministrations for a moment
then abruptly ceased, drawing a sharp protest out of the other pilot.
"No, nononono, Wufei, please, don't stop!" Duo burst out frantically even
as the Chinese boy moved down to lay between his legs, hands resting lightly
on the insides of his trembling thighs, gently pushing them farther apart,
pressing soft kisses against the heated skin. Wufei raised his head enough
to catch Duo's beseeching gaze and sent his tongue flickering across the
wet tip of Duo's member reassuringly. The braided boy shuddered, giving
voice to a tortured groan as Wufei continued, licking gently at the swollen
head, letting his lips graze down the shaft, holding Duo's eyes with his
own the whole time.
At last he paused to ask, "Do you care if the others know what we've done?"
Duo shook his head mutely, eyes wide and glazed with need, hands clenched
in a white-knuckled grip on the bed sheets beneath him. "Good." Wufei
flashed him a wicked smile. "Because I want to hear you scream." And with
that, he plunged his hungry mouth down over the violet-eyed pilot, swallowing
him to the hilt.
True to form, Duo cried out shamelessly, arching off the bed only to be
pressed back down and firmly pinned by his hips. He thrashed against that
grip, unable to hold still, crazy with denied passion and too close to
completion. Wufei spared him no mercy, caressing with his tongue as he
drew away and returned, sucking rhythmically and purring softly in the
back of his throat. Gods, but the boy tasted wonderful. And he was close,
so close, his body writhing madly against the mattress, his breath jerking
out in deep moans that quickly turned to unrestrained cries of mounting
ecstasy, words choking frantically in between.
"God yes 'Fei! Oh GOD! You're gonna make me...oh god! ...oh god, WuFEI--!"
And then at last, with one final cry that was almost the scream his lover
had asked for, Duo gave up, back arching off the bed, his entire body
tensing rigidly as he came hard.
Wufei held his position, taking all that was offered, until Duo collapsed
gasping beneath him, shuddering slightly in the wake of his orgasm. As
the tremors faded, Wufei crawled up beside him, pulling Duo's limp, damp
body close against his own. The violet eyes drifted open and turned toward
him, full of rapturous gratitude, expressing all the American boy felt
more eloquently than his infamous voice could ever do. He wasn't even
going to try to put it all into words.
"Thank you," he breathed softly, a radiant smile on his lips. Wufei smiled
in return and kissed him briefly.
"You had only to ask," he said gently. "I would do anything for you, Duo."
"Careful, 'Fei," Duo responded, a mischievous gleam coming to his eyes.
"You're stuck with me now. There's no way I'm lettin' you go after
that." He wiggled closer against Wufei, tucking his head down into the
other's chest. "I've never been loved like that. Hell, I've never been
loved at all." A faint note of insecurity crept into his voice.
"You sure you're not just hot for my body?"
Wufei snorted. "Baka. Of course I'm hot for you. Shall I tell you why?"
"'Cause I'm so sexy?" Still that hint of insecurity in the teasing tone.
"No, because I love you."
"Mm. So I'm not sexy?"
"I never said that."
Duo slid an arm around the other boy's waist and closed his eyes. "I love
you too, Wufei." The words seemed to carry more weight being spoken now,
in the aftermath of the passionate act. "Didn't think that I ever would,
but I do."
The Chinese pilot understood what the other was saying. It was wonderful
to be able to say he loved someone when he'd always figured love was something
that happened to other people. The fact that his love was reciprocated
only made it better.
He reached behind him and pulled the blanket up from where it had gotten
shoved, hanging off the edge of the bed. He draped it over himself and
Duo, whose breathing was already evening out into the soft rhythm of sleep.
Closing his arms around the braided pilot once more, he let his eyes slide
shut and whispered one last time before he drifted off, "I love you."
Already lost to dreams, Duo smiled gently in response.
(1) "Patience is a virtue"/"Not right now it's not!": Line borrowed from
The Mummy; I must also give credit to Amanda Marque, who used this line
in this way before I ever thought of it in her wonderful fic 'Reality
Beg: Spring 2001
End: Spring 2002
Duo: Well. (blinks) That was...
Wufei: Sappy? Cliché? Disgustingly trite and sweet?
Duo: Yeah. Like you said, Teej--mediocre. But kinda nice, in its way...the
TJ: Like I said--first lemon I wrote. Whaddya expect?
Duo: Mm. And what's up with that title?
TJ: It's mathematical...y'know, 'cause 5x2=10...
Duo: (shakes head) Lame.
Wufei: But educational, on a very basic level...
Duo: Still lame.
TJ: Can't help it--my title muse deserted me.
(previously introduced humor muse Alice pipes up)
Alice: You don't *have* a title muse.
TJ: Alright then--*you're* in charge of titles from now on.
Alice: Hey! I'm already covering more than anyone else!
TJ: (waves off his griping) Yeah, yeah.
Alice: You've got me in charge of humor, kink, weirdness, psychosis and
dementia; I've done most of the inspiring on two fics already--
TJ: Ace helped you with that Hee-man drivel.
Alice: --yes, yes, and a right bang-up job he did of it, too, with his
sap and his fluff. But I do most of your notes and half of your feedback
and now yer gonna make me do *titles*? Erik only has to do angst--
Erik: (mumbles) ...and she hasn't even *posted* my best work yet...
Alice: --and 'Bastian only has to do citrus! And he hasn't been doing
too much of *that* lately!
'Bastian: Hey--I gave her this piece o' crap *and* Dirty Dreams. *And*
I helped *you* with Dungeons & Dragons. I *earned* my vacation, buddy.
'Sides, I'm working again now...
Alice: (mutters) ...finally getting off his pretty ass to do another lemon...
(aloud) But back to the point--I'm overworked!
TJ: (still unimpressed) Live with it.
Alice: I'll go on strike!! I'll go AWOL!
Duo: Oh brother.
Wufei: (steps in) You are muses. You do not get to strike. You cannot
go AWOL, having nowhere to go as you only exist in her head. You do not
get vacations. You do not get leave time, sick pay, or any pay at all!
Your job is to be available when she calls on you and simply do as she
Duo: Yeah. So sit down, shut up, and inspire!
TJ: Thanks...dunno what got into Alice, there--they're all usually so
unassuming and *quiet*.
Wufei: They're all *men*.
Duo: Okay then, *male* PMS. It *does* exist, y'know...
TJ: And this inane indulgence of overactive imagination has rambled long
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