July 21, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: Established 3+4 but... can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: **Sexually** charged. **Yaoi** expressed. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). ***Angst*** in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Annoying cliff-hangers... and, finally... LEMON! Someone grab the juicers, we're making lemonade!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Thank You's: Thanks to everyone who's been encouraging this little project along. I've been getting an overwhelming response. It's great to know you guys are enjoying the read!
Notes: Heero's out on a mission that wasn't even assigned to him. Duo and the other's found out about it. Duo's... experiencing mood swings--leaving him, and Wufei, alone, in his room. <<cue innocent voice>> Gee. I wonder what's going to happen next.
Duo lay on the bed, staring up at Wufei's turned back. His throat felt tight. His chest felt like it was trying to explode. His blood was rushing through his head, he felt lightheaded. And all he knew was that he didn't want the Chinese boy to leave. He didn't wanna be alone again tonight. He didn't care if he'd been upset enough to spit nails a few minutes earlier because of him... He just didn't want to be alone anymore... "Hey, Wufei?"
The Chinese boy paused, his hand on the doorknob, but it didn't move farther. The dark head dipped and tilted. Duo could barely catch a glimpse of those dark, onyx eyes that could seem to burn into one's soul. "Yes?" Wufei asked in his quiet, patient voice--but there was a hitch to it. If he hadn't've heard that hitch, he might not have asked.
Duo licked his suddenly dry lips, but he was determined to press on. "Promise..." he began, stopping to swallow and rebuild his fragile determination. "Promise me something else?"
Wufei didn't say anything for a moment, and he almost decided to rejunt on his decision. And then... "What, Duo?" he asked softly.
Duo licked his lips again. He knew what he wanted. He wasn't just some kid anymore... he knew what he was asking for... he thought...he hoped. He swallowed hard, and then pushed the words through a tight throat. "Promise me... that you'll stay with me tonight...?"
He waited, heart in his throat. Not sure if the other boy would reject him. Would he think he was too emotional--not in his right mind? That he didn't know what he wanted? He did. He did know what he wanted. He wanted not to be alone anymore. He wanted to hold onto another human being and *know* that they weren't going to leave him like countless others. He wanted to... to... to just *not* be alone...
He stared at the Chinese boy, willing him to say yes. Those onyx eyes touched his and he saw the warring there... the need to flee... fighting with the need--no, the longing, to stay... "Don't make me beg," Duo added softy, praying that the boy would stay.
He knew Wufei desired him. If nothing else, the shower they had shared earlier this night---was it really only this night--was enough to prove that. He knew what went on between two people, when they desired one another... although it wasn't first hand experience, mind you... but he thought he could handle it. He wasn't quite sure how it would work between two guys...but then, he'd always been a quick learner...and if nothing else, he could improvise...
But he wanted this. He wanted Wufei to stay. To say yes... to make him not alone anymore...
His mind pictured blue eyes and rusty hair. A frown. A glare.... His heart pinched. 'But he's not here,' his mind reasoned. 'He left because of you, remember?' His breath hitched. 'I don't wanna be alone...'
Wufei turned around, but didn't move away from the door. "Duo..." he said slowly. "Are you sure?"
His eyes never left his. Black not blue. But there was an...an... intensity in those onyx depths that reached out and touched him. Wufei wanted him. Heero did not. Wufei was here. Heero was not....
'Are you going to just use him, then?'
'I'm not using him,' he argued. 'He's a grown man. He wants--'
'He wants your love, Duo Maxwell,' a voice in his head shot. 'He wants a love you're not prepared to give!'
'I-- I--I can give him love...'
'Physical, perhaps...but are you willing to give him your heart...?'
He had no answer.
Wufei watched him... and then smiled. "It's okay, Duo. I understand." He turned to leave, but Duo's voice stopped him once again.
"No, please. Wufei, please... don't leave me..." It was the voice of an innocent child that called to him... it was a request he could not deny. Sighing heavily, Chang Wufei turned away from the door. Crawling into the bed, he pulled Duo close. Duo went gladly into those warm arms, cradling his head in the crook of Wufei's shoulder, wrapping his own arms around the other boy. He pressed his body close--as though he was trying to crawl into the other boy.
Wufei just held him tight... and as the sobs wracking the body in his arms began to subside, he rained small kisses over the chestnut-covered head, praying that Duo would be happy...
His eyes snapped open. The darkness still permeated the room... except for the one pale beam of moonlight that shone in through the window. The beam splayed across the bed... lighting Duo's face and upper torso.
'He looks like an angel,' Wufei thought, before dipping to taste those sweet lips. Those lips moved softly beneath his own, shifting. His breath caught as he forced himself to pull away. Quantities of chestnut hair had escaped from their braided bindings and we're now laying across the pillow in silky glory. Wufei watched as the moon shone off those strands, bringing out highlights with a silver glory. Without realizing why, he slowly unraveled the braid, until the full glory of that hair cascaded over the pillow in the pale moonlight. His returning hand brushed Duo's cheek, pressing over his lips... lips that opened to his touch.
His breath hitched again, and he couldn't resist leaning over to kiss the boy once more. His hand trailed lower, revealing in the feel of Duo's skin. Over his neck--feeling the pulse beating steady there... over his shoulder--amazed somewhat at how broad they already were when the boy always seemed so small... over pects and---
Duo moaned softly, his body arching into Wufei's exploring hand as he brushed back and forth over one small ruddy nipple. That moan was caught by soft lips that teased at the corners of his mouth, licked at the crevices, cajoled into wakefulness. And they succeeded.
Violet eyes blinked opened dazedly as another moan pushed forth from his lips. His body arched into playful hands and those eyes always closed shut again. He was already breathing hard.
"Look at me," Wufei said softly, his lips teasing. Those expressive amethyst depths blinked opened once more, hooded; they stared up at him. "You've invited a dragon into your bed, Maxwell," he growled softly. A thumb circled, brushed, pushed, pulled, and circled again around one innocent nipple. "Do you regret your actions?"
It was a whisper... delivered directly to the ear as Wufei's lips moved from mouth to earlobe, sucking on the tender lobe, teeth grazing.
Duo's breath hitched as his body arched. "I--I already told ya," he said, gasping. "I ain't afraid of playing with fire..." He pressed his body against the Chinese boy's, moaning in pleasure. "Maybe you are..."
His mouth searched out for Wufei and found his shoulder, which he immediately began to suck, his lips fastening over that tawny skin, his tongue darting out to taste. His hands came up to touch Wufei, to feel the Chinese boy beneath his own fingertips. Wufei gasped in his ear. Duo smiled against his throat.
"You aren't afraid are you?" Duo asked, managing to wiggle his body even *closer* to Wufei's. "Of little old me?" His lips trailed up to Wufei's ear and whispered, "The devil won't bite..." he took an lobe between his lips, sucking his... "Unless you want him to...." Teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
Wufei's breath hitched...and then he was moving. Up, around, and over Duo, pressing the boy into the bed, locking him there with his hips, his hands at either shoulder, arms supporting him, staring down at the surprised Shinigami.
"I'm. Not. Afraid," Wufei said slowly as his arms began to bend, lowering himself over the violet-eyed boy--not fully. He held himself an inch away from touching that beautiful body fully. His lips brushed over Duo's... once...twice... thrice...
Duo moaned. 'Fine. Wanna play that game? I can play one of my own...' His hands strayed up from their stunned position against the sheets... strayed up to touch Wufei's sides... low... at his waist.... His fingers brushed over the tawny skin, teasing the smoothness of his back while his palms caressed his sides and stomach. Duo knew his hands were callused--just like Wufei's...just like all MS pilot's--and Wufei felt so soft under his touch. The other boy shivered, frozen, hovering just above him.
His hands played up, stopping just below his arms... and then back down... and then back up... this time sliding around to brush over the ridged contours of Wufei's back--ridged because the boy was doing everything in his power not to fall over onto him... up over shoulders... grazing back down...down... down, stopping just at his tail bone before feasting back up... up... up... over shoulders and down shivering arms.
An arm gave, depositing Wufei's weight onto an elbow. Two bodies pressed closer together. The other arm continued to struggle. "I promise I won't break," Duo whispered against Wufei's lips, his lips brushing back and forth in a manner Wufei himself had been exploiting. The Chinese boy growled--actually growled--releasing his tightly held control. His body pressed down fully into Duo's--his legs pushed Duo's apart, falling between them. His aching shaft pressed into Duo. Duo's pressing into him. So hard. So strong. So good. So delicious. He rocked his hips against Duo. The other boy groaned and returned a thrust of his own.
Lips moved over lips, opening. Tongues darted from the confines of their own mouths and went exploring into new, moist, warm territories. The two boys panted, writhing against one another, finding pleasure not only in the stimulation to their bodies, but in the moans and groans the other gave up to them.
And then all motion stopped--except for the heavy panting.
Wufei pulled back just enough so he could see all of Duo's flushed face. Sweat covered their bodies, soaking Wufei's thin undershirt. Wet strands of hair clung to Duo's face. They stared at one another, panting.
"I want you," Wufei said softly, not moving.
Duo stared up into those onyx depths and smiled. "I know."
Wufei stared at the other boy for another minute, and then, groaning, he held to other boy tight. "I don't know who is more foolish," he whispered hoarsely. "Me for being here... or Heero for not."
Duo stiffened. "Wufei, I--"
"No, no, no," Wufei said softly, pressing a finger against Duo's lips. "Shh... it's okay. I know you love him." He paused. And then, "He loves you too, Duo. Know that."
Duo huffed. "He has a funny way a showing it."
Wufei smiled against Duo's cheek. "Yes, he does." Wufei pulled back then, and stared down into Duo's face. "But that doesn't change the fact that you love Heero Yuy... and He loves you back."
"Wufei, I hardly think this is the time---"
"No." Wufei smiled again. "But I want you to know that I'm not going into this with my eyes closed. I'm not pretending anything here, Duo Maxwell."
Duo was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. He felt the burning, and then, for the second time this night, he cried. 'There has to be a law against this,' he thought, not bothering to push the tears away. 'Men don't cry.'
"I know," he said hoarsely. "I'm sorry." He reached up and kissed Wufei's lips.
Wufei allowed the kiss for only so long, before pulling away again. "I won't give you another chance to back out of this, Duo," he said softly. "Are you sure?"
Duo lounged back into the bed, smiling up at him. "You're the one who seems to be unsure, Wufei. Are you sure?" His answer was a breathtaking kiss of lips, tongue, and teeth that swept in and devoured. '*This* was a dragon,' he thought. 'Hmmm. Maybe I played a little to close to the fire this time...'
End of Part Thirteen: Pale Moonlight
Andrea Readwolf
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