24-Aug-2001
Title: Chasing the Crown, an Extended Family Fic
ExFam Authors:
RavynFyre - ravynfyre@hotmail.com
von - sablexo1@yahoo.com
bonnejeanne - bonnejeanne@yahoo.com
*Special Guest Writer! Nixie the Pixie!*
Nixers - Nixerchan@aol.com
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17 for now, that will change
Pairings: 1x2, 3+4
Spoilers: Series, Endless Waltz, Mission: Arcadia
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners.
Kenny, Duan, Wufan, Tryan, Carter, Jack and the Ripper, and everything relating to Rip & Jack's universe are ours. No money being made here.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Please feel free to direct feedback to any or all of the authors!
WARNINGS: AU (Alternate Universe), Original Characters, LEMON in some sections. Kiddie-Angst.
LEMON WARNING this section!
Wufei left Zechs' room intending to go straight back to the suite. And found himself in front of another door. "Hn," he remarked with a slight scowl.
Raising his hand, he knocked firmly. "Noin?"
The door opened a moment later, the dark haired woman looking out with mild surprise. "Wufei?"
The Chinese pilot did not answer the rhetorical question. "Is Sally here with you?"
Noin raised and eyebrow and nodded. "Yes... and I think we've got the worst of the hangover dealt with. Let me see if she's decent, she was just taking a shower." Closing the door, Noin walked back inside the room. "Sally? You got clothes on? You have a visitor..."
Sally looked up surprised. "A visitor?" she repeated. "Yes, I'm decent. Just toweling the hair. Who is it?"
"Wufei," Noin leaned in the doorway of the bedroom. "You want to see him or shall I tell him to go peddle papers? He has his 'grumpy Chang' face on."
Sally winced slightly. Then, she sighed. "I'll see him. I've got my hangover head, so the grumpy Chang face will probably balance it out."
Noin nodded. "Okay. Give me the high sign if you need me to give him the heave-ho, ok?"
She turned and opened the door wider and invited the young man in.
Wufei entered, the scowl concealing the worry and concern he was feeling. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Sally?"
"Good... morning, Wufei," Sally said, "I was thinking about finding you today. I'd like to apologize for my husband's behavior last night..."
"Sit down, Sally," he said, cutting her off.
Sally sat.
"I am probably not the person who should be telling you this. I thought Zechs would be better, he is diplomatic, when it suits him," Wufei began, and coughed into his hand uncomfortably. "But he has enough on his mind. I am not good at this and it is going to hurt you, so it is good that Noin is here. Sally, I believe your husband has lied to the Preventers. I believe he may be involved in something very bad, which I can't even tell you much about. But he was with Dekim Barton, not a soldier, but someone in the higher circle. Mariemeia recognized him when she saw him last night."
Sally looked up at Noin, then back to Wufei. "Sit down, Wufei," she said, as the information processed through her mind.
Noin's eyebrows went up. "You sure about this Wufei? What am I saying, you hated the guy, of course you're sure or you would have said something before now."
Wufei frowned but gave a curt nod. He did not sit.
"Une is looking for him. He has apparently left the mansion. I came because I knew you would hear about it soon enough and I wanted you to have time to think about it before people started asking you questions," Wufei said, and his scowl softened into a very clear expression of concern. "I am sorry, Sally."
Sally's eyes widened and she rose to her feet. "Une, is looking for him?!" she repeated. Then Sally took a deep breath. As the news sank in, her shoulders gradually drooped and she sat down abruptly and rubbed her temples. "Thank you, Wufei," she said, quietly. "Is there anything else I should know?"
Wufei looked at the ground for a minute and then back up. "Yes," he said. "Two things. One is that I am on a mission which I can not yet discuss with you or the Preventers. But it is urgently important to me that if he contacts you, that you let me know, if you can do this. If you will. The second thing is that..." he took a deep breath and then said the rest in a rush, "That I love you, but that carrying a torch for you was something that happened because I did not understand the nature of that love. I hope you will forgive me at some point in the future."
Sally turned her gaze to focus on the Chinese pilot she'd come to know. Suddenly some things about him fell into place. She nodded, then stood and walked over to him. "You have always been honest with me, Wufei," she said. "I'll inform you if Marcus attempts to contact me. As for the other, perhaps we can talk about it sometime. I see no need for forgiveness," she added, and reached up and touched Wufei's cheek.
Wufei released a slightly held breath and nodded. Then he leaned forward and kissed Sally on the cheek. "I have to go. If you need me, call. I will do my best to answer."
Then he bowed and left the room.
"Well, saddle me up and call me Secretariat," Noin said. "How the hell about that?"
"I'll tell you in a minute," Sally said turning. "I'll be right back, after I've been violently ill."
She moved quickly to the bathroom, closed the door... and threw up.
Wufei took several calming breaths as he made his way back to the suite, feeling a strange combination of relief and concern for the Chinese woman who had been his friend for so very long.
Entering the suite, Wufei closed the door and threw himself into a chair. This behavior was somewhat less than typical.
Sallah, who had managed to stay out of the tickling war by declaring herself Switzerland, noted the entrance of the Chinese pilot with some concern.
Watching the mass of small and larger bodies writhing in a tangle of whooping and giggling, he simply observed. Reaching up to yank the elastic out of his hair and then taking careful aim, he shot it across the room at the group of revelers, hitting Duo on the shoulder.
The braided pilot whirled around, choking back a startled "Eep!" as Mei took the advantage of his distraction and poked him soundly in one of his ribs. The quip or retort he'd been about to make died on his lips as he absorbed the sight of the Chinese youth with a mixture of appreciation and concern. Appreciation for the loose spill of dark hair tumbling across Wufei's shoulders, and Duo's sudden desire to run his hands through it. Concern for the rough slouch the young man had landed in when he'd dropped into the chair. "What's the verdict from Zechs?" he finally asked, picking a more neutral subject until they had a little bit more privacy.
"He talked with Une," Wufei reported shortly. "They are looking for McCormick. Unless we come up with any other ideas, we wait."
Heero, who was buried under a mound of kids, wrangled his way to a sitting position. "Good," he said, a little breathlessly.
"Hi, Wufei," Wufan managed, before being taken down by Duan.
"Hi," Wufei returned pleasantly. He took a deep breath, released it and then leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
There was a tap on the door. From the sound, all three pilots immediately recognized it as Quatre.
Duo scrambled to his feet, grinning at Duan who was tangled with Wufan, before crossing to the door, dropping a quick squeeze on Wufei's shoulder as he passed.
Duan looked up and his violet eyes widened. He spied Duo and tried to escape from Wufan's grasp. "I'll get it!" he called out, as if to forestall Duo and deceive Wufan into believing he had somewhere to go. Wufan, however, glanced up at Duo and winked. "Don't worry Duo, I got him!" he said, excitedly. "You win this time!"
"Teamwork!" Duo replied with a wide smile as he grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the door. "Hiya Quatre!" he said, reaching out to touch the blond Arabian on the chest with a swift poke. "Tag. You're it."
Quatre laughed. "Um, ok, Duo," he said, not sure what the game was. He saw past the braided pilot to the tangle of bodies and his grin widened. "Um... I think I'd want the Maganacs with me before I venture into that, but we were wondering... Trowa and I were talking to Relena and she mentioned that Tryan had asked about animals, and that she hadn't had time to do anything about it. So Trowa and I thought maybe we could take the kids down to the stables to check out the horses, and pay a visit to the kennel as well...?"
"Animals?!" Tryan said, standing up, abruptly.
"Sounds like you have at least one vote yes," Duo said with a smirk.
Kenny looked up interestedly. He turned to Heero to check out if it was ok.
Heero sat up, noticing the lack of little fingers tickling his body. He glanced down and Kenny and nodded once. "Make it two votes," he said.
Carter, who had been getting somewhat the worst of the tickle-battle, lay on the floor limply, gasping, but managed to raise a hand. "Me too!" he wheezed.
Duan, whose hair was reaching in all directions, raised his hand as well. "Me... too," he chimed in a little breathlessly.
"I'd like to go," Wufan said, raising his hand too.
Mei bounced to her feet, smiling. "I can introduce you guys to my pony!" she said excitedly.
"You got a pony?" Duan asked, impressed.
"Cool. What kind is he?" Tryan asked.
"A Welsh-Arabian mix named Tiger," Mei answered, reaching a hand down to Wufan. "He's a little bit bigger than a Welsh, but he's got this really cool stripey brindle color to him. Miss Relena keeps him here for me."
"Very nice," Tryan said.
"We'll have them back in time for lunch, around one-thirty?" Quatre suggested. He looked at Duo and his teal eyes seemed to indicate an idea of trying to give the older boys some time to themselves.
"Sounds great. Thanks Quatre," Duo said, his own expression conveying how pleased he was with the other pilots' thoughtfulness more than his voice could.
Sallah glanced around at the group, then stood. "Ok, you guys. You got one minute prep time. You're not going to scare Miss Relena's other guests with those appearances. Go!" she said.
Wufan grabbed Mei's hand. "That means we gotta freshen up a bit. Come on!"
She nodded, following in his wake, pausing long enough to explain, "I have to let Lady Une know where I'm going to be."
"I'll take care of that, Mariemeia," Sallah offered. "I'm going for a little walk and visit myself. You just run along and have a good time."
"Thank you!" Mei called, waving.
Carter, recovered from his breathlessness, had dashed to the bedroom and returned in much less than a minute with his clothes straightened, looking very neat. He passed a comb to Tryan and then skipped over to the door, looking up at Quatre with a bright smile. "Thank you, this is very nice of you."
Quatre smiled down at the little blond and said, "Well, I can't let Heero and Duo and Wufei have all the fun, can I? And me and Trowa have some catching up to do with you guys, so we can get to know each other better."
Carter beamed happily. He reached up and tucked his hand into Quatre's, and the taller blond seemed to blush ever so slightly. Quatre looked up at Duo, catching his eyes, and said in a quieter voice, "Um, before...? I was on drugs or something. This," his eyes swept the group of kids forming at the door, "Was a very good thing."
Duo followed his gaze, his expression softening before he looked back up and smiled. "I'm sure getting practically kidnapped and spirited away to a whole other universe probably didn't help. Don't sweat it, man."
Quatre nodded. Then he looked at the six expectant faces and smiled. "Trowa is downstairs at the stables, waiting for us," he said. "Let's go! See you guys later, and Sallah," he said, waving at her.
Sallah smiled and walked to the door. "I'll walk with you guys as far as the stairs. Heero, Duo, Wufei, I'll probably be back around the same time as the guys," she said, and walked out.
"Have fun, everyone!" Duo called, closing the door as they all filed out of sight in a cloud of excitement.
Silence descended on the room. There were pieces of paper all over from the mixture of mobile suit designing and tickle-wrestling, furniture slightly askew, and the clothes of the two pilots who had engaged in the mock battle were in rather interesting conditions. Heero's hair was even wilder than usual.
Duo wandered away from the door, meeting Heero's eyes as he stepped up behind the chair Wufei was occupying. Reaching down, he rested his hands on Wufei's shoulders and began kneading them hesitantly. "So what else is going on?" he asked quietly.
Wufei looked up at Duo and released a sigh that was supposed to sound like something else. "There appear to be a lot of things 'going on'," he said with a slight gruffness which then melted rather quickly. "In truth, I have no idea what is going on. And I suspect it's starting to become obvious."
Heero looked down and slowly began picking up and assembling the papers on the floor. "You're not alone," he said. "Though it should be fairly easy for the Preventers to find Marcus McCormick. Maybe then we can get some more information out of him."
"I don't believe it will be that easy," Wufei said.
"To tell you the truth, neither do I," Heero said, feeling a sense of something just beyond his grasp. He put the papers away and ran a hand through his hair. He then walked over to where Wufei sat and dropped to the floor in front of his chair.
"Easy's boring. We can do this," Duo said, still working over Wufei's shoulders and neck. He sighed slightly, stifling his own sense of foreboding. "Teamwork."
"Hn," Wufei acknowledged, closing his eyes for just a moment. Then he opened them. "I need a work out. I should take it while the children are occupied."
Heero took off one of Wufei's shoes and began massaging his foot. "Later," he said. Then, he looked up at Wufei and said, "I was hoping to talk to you, Wufei. I wanted to apologize for this morning and my behavior with Rip. It upset you, I could tell."
Wufei sat up abruptly and reached down, retrieving his shoe and putting it on. He stood up and walked towards the windows restlessly. "You have nothing to apologize for," he said, enunciating precisely. "You don't owe me any explanations. You don't owe me anything at all."
Heero looked down, then back up to Duo. He then stood up and walked over to the window. "I wasn't thinking about owing, Wufei. I wanted to just say it," he said, finding his words inadequate. Heero looked back at Duo with a clear plea for help in his Prussian blue eyes.
"You can't go back to hiding from us, you know," Duo observed quietly. "Unless you're planning on telling us to get lost. You might encounter resistance, though."
Wufei looked up sharply. "Hiding?" He glanced from Duo to Heero and back. Then he released a breath. "Is that what you..." He shook his head abruptly. "I did not think I was hiding. Are you saying I should not even try to be careful?" His expression became more vulnerable. "Shall I get your kite? I... don't know what is right in this, I was trying..."
Duo sighed slightly, crossing the room to join the two pilots by the windows. "I'm saying... Tell us what you're thinking about, 'Fei. I failed my correspondence course on mind reading, and I've already used up my allotment of flashes of brilliance for this month. No kites, no books. Just us. We can figure out what 'right' is together, maybe."
Wufei looked into Duo's eyes searchingly, and then did the same to Heero. Then he looked down for a minute and back up. "I'm thinking about... many things. About failing to realize what McCormick was when he has been under my nose for almost a year. About trying to protect Mariemeia and Wufan, and perhaps hurting them instead. About how even when I think I have found a balance point with Zechs, the next time I encounter him we seem to be back to the beginning, and I suspect it is because of me. About Sally... and the fact that I am actually glad that her husband has turned out to be an enemy, even though it must hurt her. About... about last night and this morning and how precious it was. About... about the fact that Treize will be returning, and what a shock it will be for Mei, and how she may hate me for keeping the secret. About... wondering why the hell you let that redheaded clown do what he did to Heero, and did not kick his ass..." Wufei dropped his eyes, as a darker shade crept up his face.
"I think I'll take a page from Heero and hit that last one first," Duo replied, tossing Heero a look of faint amusement from an inside joke. "Heero and I spoke the other night about how... how it's okay to find other people attractive and stuff. It's human nature. I thought I was being smart. Thought I was being wise and clever...." His voice trailed off and the hint of a smile faded as he turned to look out the window. He shrugged before going on, "Like I told Heero while you were talking to Zechs. I'm a hypocrite. Maybe I shouldda given in to my almost overwhelming impulse this morning to break his face. Even if he would end up being the one kicking my ass."
Heero looked and listened patiently to both of his fellow pilots. "But, that would have been hypocritical too, because you are attracted to Ripper yourself," he said. He placed a hand on Duo's waist and the other on Wufei. "What Duo is trying to say, though it's a little hard, is that he was jealous. I was jealous of him and Ripper too, at one time."
Wufei interrupted Heero dryly. "This is not exactly front page news, Heero," he said. "And 'at one time'? So you no longer feel this way? Hn." He threw looks from one to the other. "This is why I prefer to keep some things to myself," he said. "There is too much about this I do not understand. Your jealousy of Duo -- I understood. I would feel the same way if I..." he took a breath, skipping over the rest of that thought. "To hear that you wanted to break his face," he said to Duo, "That I understand. Not why you didn't. But then I do not understand why either of you were willing to have me here last night, either." He made an exasperated noise. "Only one thing is clear to me, and that is that I have no right to say anything about what either of you do or do not. But since you want to pry into my head, you may be sure you will hear things that you may not agree with."
"Last night... It wasn't a fluke, Wufei... Unless... You want it to be. Which means that you do have a right to say what you feel. I've always valued your opinion anyway. People weren't always meant to agree, but I do want to know," Duo said. "I'm not perfect, Wufei. None of us are. I'm just a kid from the streets trying to make the best of what I have, and to be honest, I have it pretty damned good. Better than I have any right to expect," he said, darting a quick, longing look up at Wufei before looking out the window again. "You'd feel the same way if you what?"
"If I'd done what I wanted to do when we were both prisoners of Oz, alone and about to die together," Wufei said softly. He reached up and brushed fingertip over Duo's cheek and then stepped back, looking at Heero.
Cobalt blue eyes looked back at Wufei. Heero smiled slightly. "You've loved him since then," he said.
"I loved you before," Wufei said quietly. "I lost my heart many times over in the war. Such beauty, courage, strength and weakness, honor... kindness... and then we were all obsolete. But that's an old argument, long finished."
Heero smiled fully. "Hai," he said. "Obsolete. You shouldn't worry about saying things that we might disagree with because we've done that since we all met." He sighed. "You should also know, you look very becoming in a towel, Wufei."
Wufei's eyebrow went up. Then he looked at Duo. "This is why you should protect him," he said.
"Because he's smart and funny and right, and way too cute in an endearing terrorist kinda way?" Duo replied with a half grin.
"Yes," Wufei growled. "You know what you are doing. I have nothing to say about it when you decide to carry on like that. You understand what you are gambling with. He does not. This morning proves that." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared out the window.
"Does that mean I get to protect you too?" Duo asked, the faint teasing lilt to his voice not quite drowning out the inherent seriousness of the question.
"I do not need protecting," Wufei snapped without looking around.
Heero glanced at Duo, then turned and locked his arms around Wufei's waist. "Oh, but you do," he said, holding the Chinese pilot tightly. "From me."
Wufei darted a look over his shoulder. "I'm capable of dealing with you, Yuy," he growled. "You may be legendary but you would not have won that fight over Earth."
"Yes, I know," Heero said, "You are the facilitator of my success. You were the one who brought me the buster rifle. And for that, I guess I have never given you the proper thanks." Leaning forward, Heero closed his mouth over Wufei's neck kissing him and tasting his warm flesh. "Arigato, Chang-san," he whispered against Wufei's ear.
Wufei's eyelids fluttered for a moment and he growled softly. Then he looked at Duo. "This is your fault," he accused.
"Most things are," the braided pilot agreed helplessly. "It's not such a bad thing, is it?"
Wufei closed his eyes as if asking god for patience. Then he placed his hands over Heero's around his waist.
A moment later he threw Heero over his head, landing him on the floor. "You are welcome, Yuy-san," he said with slightly bared teeth.
Heero looked up from the floor. "That was fun," he said, softly. "Do it again?"
"Greedy," Wufei said to the boy on the floor with a scowl. He looked at Duo. "Not a fluke? Unless I *want* it to be? Most things are your fault? Fine. Here is something that is my fault." He reached out and snagged the front of Duo's shirt, pulling him close, and kissed him savagely. Then he kicked his leg around Duo's, sending him sprawling to the floor beside Heero. "You are both insane!" he said in an explosion of breath. Then he threw up his hands, literally, and flopped down on the floor beside them.
"You expect anything else from the self-proclaimed God of Death?" Duo asked wryly.
"You are misnamed," Wufei snapped. "It should be God of Death by Sex."
Heero grinned. It was a rare wicked-type grin as he looked up at Wufei. "I'd have to agree with him, Duo," he said. Then, "Duo, are we gonna let him get away with this?"
"God of Death by Sex..." Duo mused, tapping one finger against his chin thoughtfully. "I like the sound of that." He tossed a smirk over at Heero before glancing back to Wufei, his violet eyes half-lidded. "Prepare to die," he said simply before he pounced.
The pounce appeared to go fine for the first few seconds until Duo found himself on his back on the floor with Wufei straddling his midsection. "A few more lessons before you are ready to do that successfully," Wufei growled. The bulge in his borrowed jeans and a certain glint in ebony eyes indicated a rising level of interest in the game.
Duo squirmed, arching up against Wufei to press against the Chinese youth's groin enticingly. "Not all attacks are as straightforward as they seem," he replied in a low purr.
Wufei's eyes widened and then he leaned over Duo on his hands and rubbed back. "Nor all counterattacks," he growled in answer.
"Banzai!" Heero cried out suddenly as he grabbed Wufei and rolled him off of Duo and onto the floor. Looking down at the Chinese pilot from his position atop him, he said. "I will remember that, Sifu." Pressing down, he licked his lips feeling the now prominent bulge against his own.
"What are the rules of this game?" Wufei called out, after catching his breath. His eyes were trying not to cross as he went from one lap to another.
"Hn," Heero replied, then looked to Duo. "Rules?"
Duo rolled up to his hands and knees and stalked over to the pair, a predatory tenseness to his lean form and a spark of violet fire in his eyes. "Rule number one: Forget what you know, and just live," he said, leaning down to claim Wufei's mouth for a feral kiss.
Wufei opened his mouth, taking Duo's tongue into his own deeply. However one of his hands fastened on the top of Heero's black jeans, pulling loose the metal button at the top and pushing underneath the material, forcing the zipper down as his fingers delved into the tight material for the hot flesh inside.
Heero gasped as he felt Wufei's fingers curl around him. Raising just a little, he rocked his hips in time with Wufei's motions, feeling the pleasure flow throughout his body.
Duo drew away when his lungs started protesting, lowering himself to his elbows to free his hands to comb through Wufei's loose hair. His gaze darted from the play of black silk over his fingers, to the depths of Wufei's eyes, to Heero, straddling the Chinese youth, and back again, over and over as if he was afraid that by taking his eyes off of any of them, they would vanish like a dream in the morning mist. The predatory gleam had faded somewhat, replaced with a rapt sort of wonderment, the same sort as would plague a starving man when confronted with Thanksgiving feast.
Wufei used his free hand to push himself up, even as his other hand continued to stroke Heero. He focused on Duo's face and said, "What is that look? Tell me..."
"It's a dream, Fei-koi," Duo breathed, "My dream." He twisted up into a sitting position and reached forward, cupping Wufei's head between his hands, thumbs lightly stroking over the Chinese youth's lips. With a quiet sigh, Duo kissed him gently, at odds with the conquering fire of before, and then turned his head to trail soft kisses along Wufei's jaw, down to the hollow of his throat, which he feasted at.
Wufei shivered slightly, watching the violet-eyed boy's face. The changes from fey to tender and others as well caught at his heart and soul even as the scent, nearness and contact with both boys aroused his body to a painful degree. He reached up with his free hand and brushed Duo's bangs back, then gently urged him back. Easing the movement of his hand on Heero's flesh, he searched the Japanese boy's face for whatever he could find there. "Please," he managed, his voice a little hoarse. "A moment... a few words..."
Heero covered Wufei's hand with his own. He moved back, breathing deeply and raised Wufei's hand to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, before releasing him. Then he, looked up at Duo.
"Hai," he said, then looked back at Wufei.
Duo nodded, willing the thunder of his heart in his ears to quiet, and the rapid flutter of his chest to slow and still as he calmed his breathing once more.
A flush stole up Wufei's cheeks as he looked from one to the other. "I should not... have challenged you," he said, breathing deeply. "I want... this... you... both... I keep losing balance... I want to give... just have wild... guesses what to offer..." He dropped his eyes, knowing the words were coming out all wrong. Better to be silent and go with it, he thought, trying to think how.
"Rule number two:" Duo said, meeting Wufei's eyes, "No regrets."
Heero shook his head slowly. "I... I think we've confused you," he said, looking down at Wufei. "We're not that... set on what we do. We've both taken each other at times."
The flush on the Chinese boy's skin increased another notch. "Ah," he said. His eyes darted from Heero to Duo and then back to the safer view of the floor. "Ah," he repeated. "Yes, good, fine," he heard someone mumble and realized it was his voice and felt even more flushed. Reaching out he managed to grab Heero's hand, then Duo's, and placed a kiss on each palm, trying to find his way out of the awkwardness he's somehow managed to get himself into.
Duo grasped his wrist, turning his hand and catching it up in his own, pulling it up to his lips. Rather than kissing it as Wufei had just done to him, he took the first finger between his lips and suckled at it, teasing the skin with tongue and teeth, while the predatory fire rekindled in his gaze. He drew the finger out slowly, dropping a kiss along the wrist. "Tell us what to do for you, Fei-koi," he murmured before moving on to the second finger.
Wufei swallowed, feeling the painful constriction of his swelling flesh pushing against the confinement of the borrowed jeans. "I..." he started, and stopped at the ridiculously unsettled voice that came out. "I..." he tried again. "Nothing... I mean... it's enough... to be here..." He closed his eyes and opened them. "I mean... I can..." His eyes darted from Duo to Heero and back. He sighed, not quite a whimper, and licked his lips. Then he reached out with the hand Duo didn't have and tugged at Heero's pants, then moved to try the fastening of Duo's, as if trying to disrobe them both at once.
Heero smiled briefly, then rose up and quickly divested himself of the pants and top. He moved to where Duo was and began removing the braided pilot's clothing as well.
Duo shifted to aid Heero in stripping him, refusing to relinquish Wufei's hand until each finger had been carefully worshipped. Before releasing Wufei, Duo reached behind him, catching up the thick rope of his braid and carefully laying the tip of it in Wufei's palm, closing the other boy's fingers around it as his violet eyes fixed on ebony. As Heero slipped that last of his clothing from him, Duo reached for Wufei again, never breaking his gaze as he pulled open the fastenings of the borrowed jeans.
Breathing deeply, Wufei shifted to give Duo easier access to his clothing, kicking off his shoes in the process. He held the end of the silky braid almost reverently, but his eyes darted to Heero now and again. As the jeans came off, his manhood sprang up, having struggled against the confinement. Groaning softly, Wufei brushed the soft tassel of the braid against his hot skin briefly and then looked up, gathering himself.
Heero leaned over and kissed Duo deeply. "Love you," he whispered, looking up into his violet eyes.
"Omae o korosu?" Duo replied wistfully.
"Omae o korosu," Heero repeated, giving the words every bit of intensity and emotion he could.
Duo smiled, not the playful grin or wry twist he'd gotten so accustomed to, but the genuine radiantly happy smile that he reserved for Heero, and now Wufei, alone. "Ai'shiteru," he murmured, reaching up to trail his fingers over Heero's cheek, while his other hand tightened on Wufei's thigh. "Both... ...so lucky."
The words exchanged seemed to settle Wufei, relaxing him and freeing him from the net of self-consciousness that had tried to tangle him. This freedom seemed to give his movements unconscious grace. Sitting up a bit more, he reached out and placed the end of Duo's braid in Heero's hand, then settled his hands on the Japanese boy's waist. He positioned Heero between Duo's legs, leaning back against the braided pilot. Then he bent forward on his stomach, curling fingers around Heero's erection and leaned down to begin licking the warm, stiff flesh with deliberation.
Heero stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed back down into Duo's arms. His eyelids drooped as he felt Wufei pleasure him. His hips rocked slowly upwards to meet the action and motion of Wufei's hand and touch.
Duo's arm tightened around Heero, pinning his lover back against his chest, trapping his own cock between them. He reached down with his free hand, once again giving in to his impulse to run his fingers through the soft fall of Wufei's hair, fascinated by the spill of darkness against his own pale skin. Heero's rocking sent a delicious shiver up his spine, wringing a groan from his throat as his blood seemed to catch on fire. Bending forward, he slowly started lapping at the salty, glistening skin of Heero's neck and throat, nipping gently as he worked his way up to the lobe of his lover's ear, worrying it between his lips.
Heero's eyes closed completely. He moaned at the touch of Duo's lips on his neck and Wufei's warm mouth around his aching flesh. His hips moved faster as he felt the beginnings of his release. On some other level, he couldn't remember when he'd felt quite as safe and loved.
Wufei shifted only enough to get his knees under him, eyes closed in concentration as he licked around the base of Heero's cock, then up along the bottom of its length to the sensitive area just below the ridge. He tongued the spot, then swirled his lips around the tip, smearing clear fluid, and then took the shaft into his mouth, moving down to swallow, then sucking up along the length, then down, flicking his tongue against the sensitve areas each time, and increasing the rhythm as he felt Heero respond. Feeling the tension build, he swirled his mouth around again and again, sucking and coaxing and even demanding as his fingers slid down to cradle the heavy-feeling pouch of skin with its twin globes. Rocking it in his hand in time with the activity of devouring Heero's cock, he extended himself to give pleasure to the Japanese boy.
Heero reached up and held on to Duo for support. His body moved of its own accord as he felt Wufei take him. Leaning back, he cried out as he felt the warm liquid from his body release. He shuddered deeply, feeling his essence pump from his body. Finally, he reached down, burying his hands in Wufei's dark hair.
Breathing deeply, Heero felt his heart beat in his chest and worked to contain it. He took Wufei's face in his hands, pulling the Chinese pilot up to him for a deep kiss.
Duo held Heero tightly, coaxing with soft murmurs as Heero shook in his arms. Surrendering his hold on Wufei, he encircled Heero securely, smiling with satisfaction at his lover's harsh shout. Renewing his assault on Heero's throat, he watched happily as Heero fastened his mouth to Wufei's.
Wufei sighed into the kiss, sitting up on his knees, with one hand steadying himself on Heero's thigh. When he drew back, the smile was relaxed and satisfied, though fire still burned in ebony depths. "Xie xie," he said softly.
Heero smiled back, almost shyly as he looked up into Wufei's dark eyes. "Arigato," he said, a little breathlessly.
Duo reached up, pulling Wufei close enough for a kiss of his own. His tongue probed Wufei's mouth relentlessly, gathering the taste of Heero from the depths of the moist cavern. He moaned softly into Wufei's lips before drawing away, eyes half-lidded.
Wufei breathed deeply when his mouth was free, sitting on his knees, one hand moving down almost unconsciously to ease the ache at his lap.
Duo pulled Wufei's hand away, replacing it with his own as he shifted against Heero, hissing at the slick friction of their bodies trapping his own painful arousal. His other hand busied itself with stroking and teasing Heero’s nipples, alternating between the two until they both flushed and hardened under his fingers. "Wu-chan..." he breathed softly, his voice small and slightly hesitant. "Want you... inside me... would... Would you..."
Heero moved from in between Duo and Wufei. He sat on his heels to one side of them, watching the two with love and appreciation. Moving to his feet quickly, he disappeared from the room and returned with a small tube in his hand.
Wufei's eyes flashed with heat at Duo's soft entreaty and his body all but answered for him. He looked from Duo to Heero, watching the Japanese boy's face, and then moved closer to pull Duo into his arms in a deep kiss. He reached down and stroked Duo's erection, licking the violet-eyed boy's neck, and murmured, "Yes, oh yes..."
His hand moved from Duo's cock to follow the cleft down, seeking the entrance there, doing nothing at first but stroking it with his fingertips.
Duo whimpered helplessly in the back of his throat, his hand tightening slightly around Wufei while his heart threatened to beat itself to cinders and nothingness within his chest. His head rolled back on his shoulders, eyes slipping closed, as he abandoned himself to Wufei, a sense of total trust warring with the passion threatening to drown him. With his free hand, he grasped Wufei's shoulder, drawing the Chinese youth down atop him as he lay back against the floor and opened himself willingly to the other boy.
Heero opened the small tube a spread a little of the contents against Wufei's hand. He watched the Chinese pilot with great attention and passion as he felt his own body begin to tingle as well.
Wufei looked up and met Heero's eyes as he felt the lubricant on his fingers. What he saw kept any doubts from forming and he released the last restraints that might have lingered as he turned to look down at Duo lying beneath him. He kissed the other boy's lips and then trailed kisses down to his chest, licking a taut nipple and teething on it as he reached down between the braided boy's legs and began smearing a bit of the lubricant against that small opening, then lathing the remainder on himself. His mouth moved to the other side of Duo's chest as he adjusted their bodies, lifting Duo's knees a bit and pressing against the opening, entering with slow inexorability until he was buried to the hilt.
Duo's breath hissed out between his teeth, face twisting as the sweet pleasure/pain of Wufei filling him washed over him in delicious waves. As his heart beat a furious tattoo against his ribcage, Duo's hands clenched upon Wufei's arms, adjusting to the other boy's body for the first time. After a long moment, when the world slowly seemed to seep back into focus again, Duo shifted below Wufei, urging him on with soft mewling cries of need.
Wufei responded as soon as he felt Duo's body adjust, gasping at the tight, warm enclosure. His hips flexed, pulling him out about halfway, and then thrusting back in, rotating slightly to explore the response, repeating the action to find a rhythm that would bring pleasure to both. He nuzzled Duo's neck and then arched up, thrusting deeper, one hand against the floor to support him and the other gripping Duo's hip as they moved together.
Unnoticed tears slipped from Duo's tightly clenched eyes, his hips rocking up and forward against Wufei. Each pistoning thrust brought a fresh cry to the braided boy’s lips, a more powerful flash of flame igniting within his soul. He could feel his muscles clenching with Wufei's rhythm, gripping him tightly, protesting each withdrawal, and rejoicing each jabbing return. That sensation, the overwhelming sensation of his release began to crest within him, a sweet explosion of fusion bursting within him, stealing his strength, his breath, even thought itself and drowning him in Wufei as he climaxed with a harsh, helpless shout.
Wufei felt the same rising crest, and emptied himself helplessly as his body seemed to fuse with the beautiful boy beneath him for a suspended moment of eternity, throwing him down into a submersion of pleasure and emotion that seemed to slice through his body and soul more cleanly than the edge of a saber. Breathing deeply, Wufei found himself collapsed on top of Duo, murmuring something incoherent that ended in the violet-eyed boy's name. Lifting himself slightly, feeling himself slide from the other with a touch of sweet regret, he blinked some moisture from his eyes and looked down, kissing slightly swollen lips for a moment before leaning back.
Heero watched both with the fascination of a child. Unable to tear his eyes away and not wanting to miss a moment, he witnessed Wufei and Duo come together like two halves of a whole. He observed that there was no hesitation, no fumbling... not an off-key note. The passion and desire that was between them pulled him in and held him there. A small smile etched itself on his lips as he glanced first to Duo. As if seeing the braided pilot for the first time, Heero noted his love's exquisite beauty and the depth of his need was inspirational. Moving to Wufei, the smile on Heero's face widened just slightly as he saw the raw power and beauty unleashed before him. He took a deep and settling breath as he sat on his heels next to them.
Duo panted for breath, lungs bellowing to slowly return strength to oxygen starved tissues. Blinking open dazed amethyst eyes, he looked up, fixing Wufei's image firmly in his mind as he raised one hand weakly and rested it against the other boy's cheek. "Our dragon," he murmured, his voice thick, husky with satiation. He reached out with his other hand, unerringly clasping it over Heero's where the Japanese youth crouched, twining his fingers together and pulling him in close as well. "Love you both," Duo whispered, letting his eyes droop shut again. "Mine."
Wufei ducked his head slightly, reaching out for Heero as well. Pillowing his head on Duo's stomach, Wufei looked up at the Japanese boy and lifted his hand to his cheek, unable to express in words what throbbed in his chest at that moment.
Heero turned his face into Wufei's palm and kissed it as he closed his eyes. Opening them, he smiled at Wufei.
Duo sighed contentedly, fingers combing absently through Wufei's hair once more. "Nap?" he asked hopefully, his voice taking on a soft, lilting childish tone as he continued, "Bed?"
Wufei slanted a look down and nodded, lips curving unconsciously. He pulled himself up to his knees, then to his feet, reaching down to pull Heero up, then capturing one of Duo's hands in his.
Heero moved to the bedroom and opened the door for Wufei and Duo. He then, quickly straightened the area and returned to the bedroom, nodding to himself as he saw Duo and Wufei stretched out and sleepy-eyed. Closing the door, Heero crawled into the bed and closed his eyes as well.
TBC
End of Part 41
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