Shades of Grey by Laekin and bonnejeanne

Part Fifteen

Wufei woke after couple of hours. The ache in his shoulder and chest was a bit too persistent. Once he was awake, however, a little concentration made the sensations recede to bearable dull pain at the edge of consciousness. He looked down at the small blond curled beside him.

The events of the past few days flew through his mind like a quick fast-forward, starting from the beginning of the recent mission, scrolling quickly through the conflict and pain of those events, to the return, the first painful opening up to Quatre, Duo's attack... the night and day after...then the next mission... confronting Sally, the radio revelation of the blown mission... Duo and Quatre in mortal danger... the mad ride out to try and get them out... the search in the darkness for Quatre... the relief, then the blond stopping to attack the backup troops, the tension and fear, then the moment when Quatre had run out of ammunition, been pushed back by Wufei, and the advancing soldier with his rifle trained on the blonde's chest... the reeling surge of memories stopped there, just there, frozen.

Wufei closed his eyes and opened them again, glad the blond was sleeping. He absently wiped water from his cheeks, feeling impatient with his own sentiment. It didn't happen. It means nothing. It's over. This is foolish.

Then another picture appeared in his mind. Watching Quatre in the study that morning... the ragged, burnt, haunted look in his aqua eyes, buried, almost covered by the aggressive activity. Where in those haunted eyes was the boy who'd stood under the willows and accepted his kiss so openly, so bravely... so sweetly.

Wufei took a deep breath, carefully, feeling the ache but ignoring it. He reached over, touching the spun-silk locks of golden hair. A desire, that had been shoved down, as his desire so often had been over the years, had somehow broken from confinement in the last few days. Still confused about the dynamics of relationships, Wufei realized it hadn't kept that desire from continuing to grow.

He trailed his fingertips down one pale cheek, touching the corner of a sweet mouth, before catching himself. The little one was exhausted. Let him sleep.

Surprisingly, as if he'd known his nap mate needed quiet, Quatre hadn't wriggled about as much as he usually did when sleeping. He'd gone down and down deep, drifting through bits and pieces of dreams and nightmares. Like they all did. Mostly though, the dreams overlay the nightmares, keeping the demons at bay and making his rest peaceful and quiet.

He was still deeply asleep when Wufei woke, but some small part of him had begun to climb towards wakefulness. His arm tightened a little around Wufei's waist as he felt the other boy shift to more comfortable position. Quatre waited till that movement had stilled before snuggled back up with a soft little sigh. His face turned into the light touches, nuzzling sleepily though consciousness had not quite fully grasped him yet.

The slight movement, the tightening arm, deepened Wufei's breathing. He felt something stir below the waist. His thoughts tangled in a broken mass. Trowa... what had he been trying to tell Wufei earlier? That Quatre needed his strength? It was committed. But what of the other things that might come with it? How could Trowa think of sharing his partner? Yet somehow there was a disquieting sense that things were not as simple, as rigid as he'd always believed. Swallowing, Wufei stroked Quatre's cheek again, and then traced the line of sweet, full lips with the tip of one finger.

If anyone ever pinned Trowa down on his decision, the answer would be painfully complex. A mixture of both selfless and selfish attitudes that would be hard to completely understand. For the moment though, he had and said partner was curling eagerly into the small touches that were waking him so sweetly.

Quatre's small teeth delivered a quick little nibble to those tracing fingers.

Wufei almost laughed. He reached down, tilting Quatre's chin up, wanting to see jewel-bright eyes open for him. "Quatre," he said softly.

Quatre was in that nice zone of not quite awake but not quite asleep.. where his body felt all heavy but he was loosely aware of outside sensations, his mind cushioned in a land that was half reality and half his dreams. Still the touch and the voice belonged in reality and he moved towards those eagerly.

Blinking sleepily up at Wufei, Quatre's eyes were open gateways to his soul as he smiled warmly and whispered. "Hi."

Wufei gazed into the wide pools. He smiled slightly, feeling a bit of tension in his body that was slowly increasing. "Kiss me," he said.

It was neither a command nor and entreaty, simply two words, spoken to see what might happen if they reached the air.

Quatre gave a little blink.. hmm maybe he was still dreaming. One way to find out. Giving a carefully little squirm to get a little higher along the edge of the couch he leaned forward carefully and brushed his lips across Wufei's mouth. No, didn't feel like a dream.. felt pretty damn real. With that thought guiding him, Quatre pressed in again, the next kiss a little more solid and searching.

Wufei opened his lips, allowing the other boy to pillage as he wished, His hands moved, closing around Quatre's waist, lifting him slightly, to a better position and then settling him against Wufei's side and chest. Then he began concentrating on return the kiss. Slowly shifting it, until it was his invasion of the blonde's mouth, that went deeper and deeper, teasing, and enticing.

Quatre had deepened the kiss the moment the other boy's lips had softened and parted. Bracing his hands a little as he settled as lightly as possible across Wufei's chest and side, desperate not to cause his friend any sort of pain. Then the kiss shifted focus and the surprise from the little blonde was obvious. For a split second he didn't know how to respond to someone taking a more proactive role. A soft little whimper of pleasure echoed in his throat at the shift of control and he softened into the invasion, meeting it straight on without fear; embracing it even.

Wufei kept the kiss going until they were both breathing very deeply. He moved back a little, letting their lips part, then shifted his head to the side, drawing Quatre down a bit more, and beginning a long, slow exploration of the skin of his neck with a very warm, very passionate mouth. His hands around Quatre's waist held him still, then one hand moved against the small of Quatre's back, stroking upwards, then down. As Wufei's mouth traveled slowly from one side of Quatre's throat to the other, his hand moved down, pressing along the curve of his rear and gently squeezing.

Quatre had to fight to remind himself not to pounce the poor boy beneath him. His neck was extremely sensitive, to the point that Trowa teased him mercilessly about liking to wear high collars and ties. Keeping his slight weight braced as much off Wufei's chest as he could, he let his other small hand roam with careful touches.

Lightly stroking along well muscled upper arms and lightly across the unbandaged shoulder. Quatre's lower body gave a little approving wriggle to the actions of Wufei's hands.

The response from the blonde was sweet and there was no more denying his eagerness. Very well, then, Wufei thought in the tiny part of his mind that was thinking at all. No more rules... for a while.

He reached up and captured Quatre's free hand and drew it down, placing it firmly on the now-straining bulge in his loose pants, and pressed it there, stroking the back of the slender fingers. Then he left that hand to it's own devices and moved up to begin unbuttoning the blonde's shirt, all the way down. As more flesh was exposed, Wufei extended his oral explorations to a wider field.

Quatre took his time exploring this new body. There was a sense that he was enjoying being directed to do things that pleased his lover. In fact Wufei was probably getting the impression that Quatre was soaking the thrill of being actively encouraged vs passively encouraged, like a sponge.

Small fingers played along that trapped length, teasing mercilessly and not without a certain level of skill. He gave a little wriggle as if contemplating the best way to get out of that now opened shirt, but then realized that both his hands were busy and it really didn't matter. Instead, he turned his squirm into an arch towards Wufei's oral explorations.

Wufei groaned softly as Quatre's busy fingers teased him, muffling the sound with a tender bud of flesh that happened to be available. He suckled hungrily at Quatre's chest, his hips flexing beneath Quatre in an instinctive response. It was slow torture but very pleasant. Reaching the arm that was around Quatre's body up, he grabbed the shirt by the back, just under the collar and pulled it off the blonde's shoulders.

Not quite all the way off his body but it would take little to dislodge it now. There was something very aggressive about the gesture, something a bit feral about the mouth now roaming from one side of Quatre's chest to the other. The dragon was waking from his self-enforced slumber.

Something, that Quatre had never truly explored in himself before, responded to the fierceness of the actions. A small startled gasp and then an answering twist of his whole body, pressing himself tightly against Wufei's leg, leaving no doubt as to the level of his response, even as his fingers gripped along fabric and encircled the other boy's trapped flesh.

Quatre ducked down, nuzzling aside a bit of the white shirt that Wufei was wearing so he could nip eagerly at the line of flesh running from neck to shoulder. His breathing coming in quick little gasps, the hand that held his weight flexing in an agitated movement against the couch. It would rather be elsewhere.

Wufei reached down, again taking Quatre's hand, the one that was gripping him now, and moving it slightly... placing it over what Quatre could feel was a simple drawstring at the top of the trousers. The expectation was clear. In a matching gesture, Wufei then reach between them to unbuckle Quatre's belt, leaving it open, before unfastening the front of his pants and sliding inside with one smooth motion.

Quatre whimpered a bit as his hand was moved, then decided to play small fingers along the sensitive skin to be found just under the waistband in retaliation. The game played for only a moment before his fingers deftly undid the drawstring, loosening the trousers so his delicate hand could weasel inside. Quatre paused as he took a moment to give a low moan, arching and pressing his hips into Wufei's hand eagerly.

Wufei smiled at the response and let his fingers play along the heated flesh they found, stroking and exploring. However, he left that for a bare moment, as both hands worked together from the front and back, to pull the clothing down, baring Quatre's lower body to the air. He pushed the pants down as far as he could reach without sitting up. The Arabian boy would have to do the rest.

Quatre shivered a little as the cool air hit his skin, Squirming, he worked the rest of the way out of his pants. There was a soft little thump as they hit the carpet beside the couch. His hand was busy behind that draw string, when he changed tact a little. Quick fingers worked their way up along the white shirt, unbuttoning it carefully till he had Wufei's bandaged chest bared.

Being on top meant you had room to move and Quatre was taking full advantage of that fact at the moment. Pushing back against the arm of the couch he slide down along Wufei's body, starting his own exploration of the powerful chest exposed to him.

Wufei smiled, watching his eager lover take advantage of the position. His eyes closed as his skin warmed, sensations of pleasure battled a little with the slightly increasing ache from healing wounds. However, Quatre having freed himself from the pants, Wufei could now take advantage of his own and he did with relish, again placing one hand in front, stroking Quatre's shaft and exploring the area thoroughly, while his other hand, in back, moved over the smooth, curved rear, and then began running long fingers along the cleft there, delving deeper with each pass.

Quatre paused to catch his breath and move both towards and away from those teasing touches. His small form shuddering with the pleasure being addressed to it. Turning his head he nibbled along bare flesh, seeking to return the gift. His lips brushing softly against the bandages as he bumped against them now and again, pausing there to give apologetic little nuzzles, before moving further down along the other boy's body. Catching the edge of Wufei's trousers, he lifted them carefully up and over, before starting to press them down along Wufei's legs.

Wufei sighed, moving under Quatre's touches. His hands were intent in their game to drive the blond crazy. He gripped the boy's cock, stroking it firmly, as his other fingers found an opening they were seeking and began teasing it, pressing, seeking an entry but not forcing one... yet.

Quatre's body moved in a smooth undulation as he arched back into the press of those fingers, while at the same time pressing his face tightly against Wufei's chest. His legs shifted restlessly, searching for a way to wrap around the other boy's waist but finding himself barred by the couch back. A little frustrated noise echoed from Quatre's chest and a nipple got the full vent of his ire as he turned sharp small teeth onto the sensitive flesh.

Wufei gasped and did laugh, a low rich sound all the more noticeable for it's rarity. He looked down and said. "Come... help me... we'll fix it."

He moved to shift his body over, making it clear he wanted Quatre straddling him. Quatre was being pleasantly distracted by the little nubbin of flesh he was nibbling on but he could be agreeable. Shifting with Wufei, he moved as soon as there was room, wrapping his thighs around the Chinese boy's waist and giving a content little noise, finally breaking off his attack on Wufei's chest.

Leaning upward a little, Quatre gave a submissive little nibble to Wufei's jawline, silent atonement for being pushy.

Wufei's expression showed no disapproval. His dark eyes were wide, and show both fire and affection. "It is what you are that draws me, little one," he whispered, his hands settling around Quatre's hips. "But now... I want you... don't want to hurt you... but I want... in..."

Wufei followed these words by lifting Quatre a little, his arms easily strong enough to do so and with one hand began to guide himself up towards the entrance sought so eagerly. Any sign of hesitance from the blonde would bring a pause but only until Wufei could reassure and do whatever was needed to continue.

Though Quatre had moved so restlessly against Wufei up to this point, he slowed now, taking his time. Knowing that though there was a certain level of impatience in his body, going slower would be infinitely more pleasurable for them both. A small hand moved to brace against the uninjured shoulder as he arched back, eyes closed and lips half parted on a gasping moan. His body relaxed in waves to allow the invasion of that length. Relaxing, then tightening in a welcoming grip.

Wufei closed his eyes, feeling the tight, hot flesh closing around him. Now control returned, but only to keep it working. As Quatre moved slowly down around him, he began testing his body, gauging his strength and the capabilities of impaired muscles.

As Quatre settled further, Wufei moved, his arms around the Arabian, lifting his body and turning it, tumbling Quatre in a slow controlled way until the blond was on his back on the edge of the wide couch. The Wufei pulled him back shifting to rise above him.

To Quatre it seemed as if he'd been riding a sleepy dragon who'd wakened finally to rise from it's bed. Now Quatre was looking up, Wufei looking down, dark eyes slanting, as his muscles flexed. He hitched Quatre's legs up around his waist and then pressed, finishing the slow impalement.

Quatre made a little startled noise when they switched positions, more out of concern for Wufei then out of any disagreement with the action. Then as his back settled onto the leather of the couch and he was looking up, his expressive eyes opened, meeting the dark eyes that hovered above him. The fathomless levels of affection, adoration and love that he felt for all of them, Wufei included... in those bright eyes. The act, for all it's physical pleasure, was not something casual for the small blonde and that echoed through his eyes, open and bared without shame for the Chinese boy to accept or not as he would.

Wufei answered the look with the only thing he could, a deep, deep kiss full of love and passion. He kept the boy locked to his mouth as he began to move, seeking the right angle and the right penetration to get a response of total pleasure from the blonde. Once he found it, he rocked them together as a mutual excitement might be induced to build. This time his legendary control was being used to satisfy them both... no more holding back, no more turning on himself, just power and control for shared fulfillment.

Quatre made a small little noise in response to the kiss, matching it's intensity with his own, his eyes closing and he squeeze them tightly shut, trying to keep the tell tale moisture behind his lashes. His body wrapped itself around Wufei's, riding the thrusts. His internal muscles working in tandem with the motions, relaxing and clenching in turn to help heighten his lover's pleasure even as he shuddered beneath the force of his own ecstasy.

One small hand stayed wrapped around Wufei's good shoulder, while the other trailed into neatly kept hair. Well.. it had been neatly kept.. now it was getting all sorts of mused.

Wufei continued to rock them both, feeling completely submersed in Quatre... his body, his presence, his heart. The sweetness was so exotic and enticing that Wufei felt his own excitement build very quickly. He struggled to keep from loosing himself before his lover, to keep the passion building, his resolve threatened by the dance Quatre's body was doing around his aching cock. A tiny bit more power, a tiny bit more speed, a precise motion targeting a special internal surface... with everything in him Wufei worked to bring Quatre to that shared peak of pleasure.

Quatre fought it. He fought it only because he didn't want it to end but his body's needs would not be denied and though he cried out in protest of it ending too soon, his slender form shuddered hard beneath the expert motions of his lover. The internal muscles constricting around that length as he gave over his own orgasm to Wufei's chest as well as his own. The small tears sneaking free at the corner of his eyes as he twisted in the throes of climax, crying out Wufei's name.

Wufei gasped, feeling the suddenly clenching of Quatre's body and immediately lost his own tight control, feeling his pleasure surge and explode. He buried himself deeply, his hands holding the blonde tightly against him, burying his face against Quatre's neck as he shuddered hard in the midst of release. He felt the warm liquid spilling between their bodies as sighed, his body relaxing in small shudders.

Several deep breaths, and he forced himself to move, not wanting the crush the boy beneath him. Easing back, allowing himself to escape the wonderful confinement of Quatre's body, he lifted himself, looking down. He saw the shine of tears and bent, kissing the moisture. Then he kissed Quatre's lips very tenderly. Water spilled from his own eyes but he ignored it. His expression was a tender, vulnerable, almost-but-not-quite lost smile of joy.

Quatre held Wufei against him as long as the other boy would allow him to. Through Wufei's climax and the aftermath, releasing him with a little protest, that turned into a happy little mutter as he returned the soft kiss. His fingers, trembling still with reaction, reached up to trace the trail of tears, mopping them up lovingly as his eyes searched Wufei's face. Not seeking anything but rather gathering up the other boy's expression to keep safe in his own heart.

Wufei sighed, turning a little into Quatre's touch. He kissed the blonde's forehead. Then, as if he just wanted to say the name aloud to hear it, he whispered.

"Quatre..."

End Part 15

Laekin and bonnejeanne

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