26-Jul-2000
Category: LEMON, Angst, Emotion.
Pairing: 5x4
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Just after Shades of Red
Disclaimer: Not mine, no mon
NOTES: This is set just after Shades of Red. Here there be more LEMON (graphic sexual situations between two guys). There is also character relationship stuff going on and a bit of character angst. Umm, there will be more notes at the end. Bonne is the wonderful voice, actions, thoughts of Wufei and I'm responsible for the cute little blonde. :>
Quatre was young, active, strong and stubborn. He'd thrown off the effects of the Contentment drug faster then anyone had expected him to. However, he'd played up his *illness* both to the members of WEI waiting for him to come back to work and to the reporters who wanted interviews with the Young Master Winner.
Claiming mental trauma from his ordeal, he'd officially given himself a vacation for the next few weeks. This done, he'd packed up himself, Trowa, Wufei, Duo and Heero and retreated to a small chain of islands where he had a small cottage. The cottage was only small by Winner standards, with five bedrooms, a living room, open kitchen and a dining room. It backed up against a series of dunes which protected it from the onslaught of the sea just on the other side. Decks wrapped around the whole of the cottage, allowing for sunbathing and quiet reading.
The house was secluded, their nearest neighbors were a good mile down the beach in either direction. The islands themselves were rich in history and had a unique ecosystem that fascinated Trowa to no end. The area as a whole was private and soothing, yet there were an assortment of activities guaranteeing that no one would get bored.
Quatre, for all that he was dessert born and bred, turned out to be quite the water baby. He and Duo spent hours on end out in the surf, splashing around like fools and digging in the sand like two demented children. Trying to get either of them out of the water was a challenge.
Which is how it came to be that Quatre was out in the water, swimming about one morning. Trowa had headed down the islands to visit the natural aquarium ... for the fifth time ... and Duo had dragged Heero off on yet another ATV nature tour. Wufei was quite content resting in the sun on a lounge chair, minding his own business.
A perfect target!
Quatre surfaced from the cool sea, panting slightly from his battle with the ocean. He spotted Wufei up on the deck, looking warm and comfortable. That simply was not allowed. Chortling evilly, the little blonde trotted up the beach and over the dune. Slinking as quiet as he could on bare little feet, he padded along the deck, creeping up on the sleeping dragon.
Making a quick dash across the distance that separated him from Wufei, he jumped carefully onto the lounge chair and threw his slender, damp, chilly self across the other boy's sun warmed skin, crowing happily.
"Good morning!"
Wufei blinked, opening one eye. He did not jump. As has been observed, it was fairly difficult to "sneak up" on a Gundam pilot, even by another Gundam pilot. His hands closed around Quatre's middle, getting a reasonably good grip.
"It was a peaceful morning," he said to the grinning blond. "However... if the peace is gone..."
Wufei's fingers began moving rapidly along Quatre's bare sides, in a tickling manner. Quatre didn't move fast enough when he heard those telling words. Not that he had that much room to squirm in Wufei's hold. Eeeping, as is proper for someone about to get tickled, Quatre's bright excited laugh soon mingled with the call of the bugs as he squirmed wildly beneath the tickle attack. Careful not to land an arm, leg, elbow, or knee in a sensitive spot, he tried to weasel free of his tormentor.
"Wu-fei!!"
Grinning triumphantly, Wufei relented, stopping the tickle but not letting go of his captured prize. He watched the Arabian gasp for air. "Next time you see someone resting peacefully and think they look like easy prey... remember the lesson of the Venus flytrap," he said, leaning up to nip the soft skin of Quatre's shoulder.
Quatre continued to laugh as he spoke. "Now, now I didn't think you looked like easy prey. I just thought you looked all toasty and might need cooled off." He leaned his head down, pressing his wet hair against Wufei's shoulder and shook his head, letting little dropletsof water scatter across the Chinese boy's skin.
"Thank you... though I believe I took a shower this morning..." Wufei said, blinking the drops of water from his eyes. "You are mischief, in a convenient bite-sized package," he said and nipped Quatre's skin again. In fact he seemed to enjoy the act and followed with a series of nips along the smaller boy's neck and shoulder.
Quatre had been about to address that comment when strong teeth started their attack on his sensitive skin. The cheerful protest was changed into a low whimper of pleasure and a slow squirm in Wufei's hands as he reached up to brace himself against muscled shoulders.
"Chang... that's... sooo distracting."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Wufei said in a tone that was anything but. "You have something important to do? And here I thought Trowa left you for my convenience." He followed the nips with small licks over the same skin.
With a fierce little growl Quatre gave enough of a wriggle to be able to get down to skin level, where small teeth found the well defined line of a pectoral muscle and nibbled avidly on the sun warmed skin. In the midst of his attack, his tongue swirling across the skin, he paused to peek up from under wet bangs at Wufei, all pure innocence... who him? Carnal knowledge? What's that?
"Really? I thought he left you here for mine."
Wufei scowled, his hands at Quatre's waist moving down and around, fastening on a pair of nicely curved hips. "Clearly you do not understand the dynamics of the situation," he said with mock severity.
Quatre sat up a little, his lower body still tangled with Wufei's and looked around."Hmm.. unless I am badly mistaken, I have you pinned to a lounge chair, half naked and rather helpless to my lascivious advances." He looked down at Wufei, pale brows perking upwards in a sassy little expression as he tried out a leer. "That sound about right?"
Wufei shook his head, looking up at the naughty Winner with a twinkle in his dark eyes. "No," he said and still gripping Quatre's hips, he began rubbing the boy against his body with small movements. "I believe the situation is thus: I am reclining at my leisure, and I have *you* pinned, exactly where I want you."
The body Quatre was being rubbed against had a distinctly detectable hard bulge pressing up into his groin and lower belly. They had been lovers for long enough, that Quatre felt.. comfortable with the little game he was about to initiate. The second brow quirked upwards and he made a slow rotation with his hip, brushing the evidence of his own growing arousal against Wufei as he began to move, lowering himself, even as he kept watching Wufei's face.
Quatre's voice dropped an octave and he purred, "well... it would seem that we have a difference of opinion on the matter. Hmmm..." Lowering his head he nibbled along skin till he found the tender flesh of a nipple, upon which he launched a carefully calculated patterned assault, using all the actions that he knew brought Wufei the most excitement.
Wufei groaned softly, his back arching as the sensations took over his senses for the moment. His eyes closed, mouth opening to moisten dry lips with his tongue but his hands did not slacken their grip on the blonde's lower body. In fact the grip tightened slightly if anything.
"Quatre..." he growled, moving restlessly under the Arabian's mouth. "You are... a very bad boy..."
Quatre peeked up at Wufei and pouted around the flesh he was suckling upon."Oh dear. How ever will I make it up to you?" The nipple got a quick hard nip and then he was moving on across Wufei's chest. Taking his damn sweet time, after every inch of skin it would seem as he turned his attention to the other nubbin of flesh. Wouldn't do right for Wufei to grow crooked after all. In the hold of Wufei's hands, his hips began to work against the Chinese boy's lower body, providing friction against aching flesh.
Back arching again, Wufei gasped, clearly loosing himself in the feelings being inflicted upon him by the blonde. His hips moved up, rising and his chest moved with deep breaths, increasing in frequency as he became more and more aroused. In a simple physical contest he knew he could tie the little Arabian in knots with relative ease but in a war of the senses he began to suspect he might not be quite so able to hold his own. "Quatre..." he growled but did not follow it with anything intelligible, just a low growling moan.
Quatre might not have Wufei or Heero's knowledge of the body but he had been collecting his own information each time he'd been with his lovers. He studied which touches, which pressures, where and how elicited which responses. Then he threw himself totally into the experience of giving that pleasure back. His hands, finally moved off Wufei's shoulders and traced lightly up along his neck, till his fingers could reach up and curl around aristocratic features, dancing tenderly across Wufei's face in a pattern meant to soothe, even as he moved further down along that body in a manner meant to inflame.
Wufei turned his face into Quatre's hand, tongue darting out to taste the fingers touching him so lightly. He blinked up at the blonde, sighing. A part of him wanted to continue the power game but more and more of him simply wanted to surrender to the sensations being created so cleverly. Heart beating hard and rapidly, he loosened one hand from Quatre's hips and his fingers buried in the thick blonde hair. He stroked Quatre's scalp restlessly, his body tensing and relaxing under the assault.
Success! Quatre didn't smile, his mouth was busy. Instead he allowed himself to sink further into the sensations, relaxing a little of the control he'd had on his own body while he launched the tender assault. The warm breeze that blew from the ocean caressed his body mixing with the more tangible touch of his lover's hand in his hair and on his hip. The feel and taste of the body laid out beneath him, moving and responding to his touch. Quatre focused himself on all this and felt some of the haunting ghosts shutter away into the shadows, out of the light.
He gave a gentle wriggle, freeing his other hip from Wufei's hold and then slide further down the young dragon's body. He bypassed the obvious and tasty, bulge hiding behind the cloth against his cheek as he instead turned his attention to well toned thighs. His hands following and taking up the gentle massage of Wufei's chest and upper arms.
Wufei sighed, one hand still stroking Quatre's silky locks, the other, having lost it's hold, wandering restlessly, now gripping the edge of the chair, then moving to run lightly along the nearest Arabian arm. He was unused to such concentrated attention, the single exception being the evening under the willows when Quatre had been brought home after the hijacking, and Trowa had fairly well devastated him with an amazing and wonderful time of pleasure. He felt a bit lost now, as then but didn't fight to regain control of himself or the situation. He simply sighed a name, "Quatre..." softly. unable to still and relax, his skin heating as the ache in his groin increased with each nearby caress.
Quatre continued his gentle assaults on every part of Wufei's body, leaving not one inch of skin untouched, or unkissed. He paused after a moment though, and looked up along Wufei's body towards the other boy's face. His own eyes were a dark stormy color, a sure sign his passions were inflamed. A slow smile slid across his features and he moved suddenly. Rolling off the lounge chair he held out his hand towards Wufei.
"You have a choice..." he growled out in aroused tones, "right..." he said pointing out towards the ocean water. "Or left.." pointing back towards the house and in specific the shower.
Wufei leaned back, his chest shaking with near-hysterical, silent laughter. "I'm... flattered you think I can... walk after what you were doing..." he gasped breathlessly. Taking a deep breath he summoned back his longtime control and sat, though his groin protested painfully, then got up gracefully. "Now you want to douse me in water?" He sighed. "You aren't merely bad, Quatre Winner, you are pure evil."
As soon as Wufei was standing Quatre stepped back to the other boy and pressed tightly against him, delivering a quick but deep kiss before whispering, "No, I don't want to douse you in water, I want to make love to you in water. There is a difference. " He grinned up at the taller boy, letting the 'pure evil' comment pass for the moment, though his bright stormy eyes twinkled.
Wufei returned the kiss, his intense arousal showing in the response. "Oh," he breathed. "Make love.. in water... I see..." he shook his head, shaking with silent laughter again. "Where does he come up with these amazing strange notions?" Then he looked down into the stormy eyes. "Very well," he growled softly. ".....left!" he said and suddenly darted away from Quatre, running to the ocean to dive in.
Quatre had been pinched with the first feelings of doubt with Wufei's words, then the Chinese boy pulled that stunt and the small Arabian was left to blink dumbly for a moment before he gave a little yelp of protest and wheeled to take off after Wufei. Hitting the surf without a hint of hesitation he arched gracefully into a dive and disappeared beneath the crash of a wave.
Coming to the surface, Wufei tossed water off his hair and looked around, not spotting a wet blonde anywhere. He nodded to himself and began backstroking slowly towards the shore, waiting for the inevitable 'shark attack'.
Oh but Quatre had been learning from the master. Duo. A shark attack would be... pase'. However, he did swim like a small fish and stayed beneath the water, honing in on his prey. Instead of attacking, he swam beneath Wufei, brushing back against back. Wufei felt the brush and smiled but continued his lazy return. He rested his arms and legs, letting the surf carry him forward, then taking a few stokes to escape the retreating pull.
Quatre made a couple of lazy passes beneath Wufei, each time brushing against some part of his lover before slipping away to pop up and take a breath. Finally he swam up under Wufei and surfaced just beside him, rolling onto his back and floating there lazily for a moment, watching the clouds swing across the sky.
Wufei allowed a peaceful moment or two to pass, then gauging the depth of the water to be less that over their heads, he reached out and pulled Quatre into his arms, his feet finding the bottom. Resisting the pull of the waves, he bent and kissed Quatre deeply, with slow, intense passion.
Kissing out in the ocean was high on a small blonde's list of things to be done in this lifetime. Color him a romantic. He could taste the salt of the water along with Wufei's unique flavor in that kiss and he gave a soft little moan as he pressed into it. His toes could find the sandy bottom but he rested most of his weight, buoyed in the water, against Wufei's body.
"...Mmm, taste good. " Quatre murmured softly.
Wufei nodded, licking Quatre's lips lingeringly before leaning back a little. "You undo me," he said softly. "You know that... I guess..."
Quatre gently shook his head and smiled, almost shyly up at Wufei, "I...I never take for granted what we have Wufei. I never assume. I just cherish the time we do have and what you give me and the parts of you I get to see in private like this." He reached to brush his hand across Wufei's chest gently stroking the damp skin, chasing beads of ocean water.
Wufei smiled, holding the blonde against his body with arms around his waist and back. "I know you don't assume," he said softly. The water lifted them with an incoming wave and they road it a few feet before finding the bottom again. "But you must know... you reach me in ways that... no one has ever done..."
Quatre gave a gentle little kick as the wave picked them up, helping to keep himself rightside up and not making Wufei do all the work, even as he laid his head against Wufei's shoulder, waiting till they landed again and obviously thinking about his response very carefully. "I...I know that... I sometimes forget myself Wufei and push when I shouldn't." There was a little hint of something swimming about in his voice. Almost sounding as if Quatre himself was unaware of it's presence.
Wufei kissed the salt drops from the end of Quatre's nose. "When is it that you shouldn't push?" he asked gently. "If you hadn't pushed, I'd be..." he shook his head not liking to even think about the alternatives. "Gone probably. Alone. Angry, hurt... bitter... if you hadn't pushed..."
The tell tale little giggle escaped Quatre for a moment at the attention to his nose then he smiled warmly, stroking his hand down along Wufei's arm. He went quiet for a long time, letting the sea bounce him up and down. It almost seemed as if he'd be happy to stay there forever but also that he was wrestling with something, something big. Keeping his arms around Wufei's waist, his voice sounded from somewhere against his lover's chest.
"It's.... it's illogical. And before I go further, I know it's not jealousy... I studied it for that the moment I felt it. I... it's how I feel around everybody now. It's like... I've done my job. I've... helped you.. and Trowa... and Duo..." Quatre didn't mention Heero.. since he had no idea what to think on that corner, "..now I feel superfluous in your lives. Like I should be, moving on. I've been feeling it with *civilian life* as well. Like, it's not what I'm supposed to be doing." He took a deep breath, holding it and letting it go, then shook his head where it rested against Wufei's shoulder. "It's all a big jumble Chang, I can't always get a logical grip on it." The last sentence was whispered softly.
Wufei listened, his eyes widening at first and then he nodded very slightly. He loosened his arms but grabbed Quatre's wrist and moved into the beach, stopping where the water just covered their ankles before pulling the blond against him again. He kissed Quatre tenderly, and cupped his hands around the blonde's sweet face.
"How refreshing..." he said softly. "Welcome to confusion. I'll show you around... I spend a lot of my time here, I know most of the major landmarks." He smiled gently. "Now listen to me, Quatre Raberba Winner. Not... *not* superfluous. It's about time you began to realize your destiny isn't just to 'fix' things, or people. That may be what you know... so what? All I knew was..." he laughs softly, "...justice! But I no longer have a license to dispense it as I see fit. Maybe this is harder... but it will start when you stop looking at me... Trowa... all of us, as your beloved charges who need your help. That's step one."
Quatre blushed a bit ducking his head, a little smile on his face. "I do have a bad habit of trying to mother hen you all, I know I do." He took a deep breath and nodded. "Step one... right." He dug his toes into the moist sand, keeping close to the comforting warmth of Wufei's body and his head never moved far enough to break the soothing hold of the other boy's hands. His eyes came back up to meet Wufei's directly, open and receptive. "I... oh how silly this sounds, specially when I've been telling you all the same words over and over again myself. What's the old saying... 'Do as I say.. not as I do.'" He blushed again.
Wufei nodded, releasing Quatre's face to stroke his back gently. "It doesn't sound silly, if you're interested. It's actually rather nice to know you have some human qualities... Saint Quatre's kind of hard to live with sometimes. So... you aren't sure what to do with yourself now that we're all 'fixed', eh? How about having a little fun, for a while? And after that... what you are meant to do... will come."
Quatre flinched a little to the 'Saint Quatre' and 'fixed comments. Hanging his head, he chased a sandcrab with his toe as he spook softly, "I know that you all aren't... toys to be fixed Wufei. I just can't stand it when you're hurting."
Wufei gave the blonde a little shake. "I never said 'toys'. And I think I know why you have to try and do it." He touched the boy's chest gently. "You feel it too much. I don't know how you could bear to have us all in the damn house. No wonder you feel confused. If some of the pressure is letting up at all, it must be strange. Maybe that is some of it - maybe you've been bracing against our pain so much... you don't quite feel all of the changes that are happening. I can barely keep up with them. It's not *you* that is sometimes hard to deal with, it's the shell of you but I understand why that shell exists as well. Give me a break, Winner! *I* would not understand why a person has to have a protective surface?" he smiled, making it an inside joke.
Quatre's brows furrowed as he tried to take in what Wufei was saying. Sometimes it was so easy to *see* it in other people but miss it in yourself. "I've been trying not to have a shell around you Wufei. I think I understand what you are saying. I never... I never thought about it that way before. I didn't even think to consider that as a possibility. It's always been something I've lived with and when the war began, I guess the defenses got built without my realizing it was happening."
Wufei nodded. "That's the way it is for all of us, little one. You think we want to be like that? I was taught that a person must be one, body mind and spirit, to be on the correct path. Yet I have been anything but that for so long. Only now and I beginning to feel myself coming together." He sighed softly. Looking at the blonde he kissed Quatre's forehead. "We are all trying to find our way out from the well of lost souls, Quatre. You've helped me find a part of my way. I will be here with you until you find yours."
Quatre's arms tightened around Wufei's waist and he buried his face into the other boy's neck. This was something he could not have brought himself to talk about with Trowa. He feared frightening the green-eyed boy with it. Quatre's voice was a mere whisper, "what hurts the worst Wufei...is sometimes I want to run away. From everyone."
Wufei stroked his hair gently. "I am not surprised," he said simply.
Quatre looked up quickly, guilt written on his face.
Wufei smiled, brushing at wet bangs. "Well who wouldn't want to run from this group? We are rather... a mess... frightening... disturbed..." he laughed softly. "Maybe you should run away from time to time. If you come back, it's not such a crime. Where would you go, if you could do that, hmmm? Exotic places? Or a cozy nest to sleep and dream?" his made a game of it with his tone of voice.
Quatre tilted his head a little, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes."A cozy nest. If I went exotic places... well that I want to do with you and Trowa... even Duo and Heero. All of us together to enjoy where we went. But if I ran away... it would just to be quiet and still. Rather boring for anyone else to come along I guess. " He grinned up at Wufei then gave the Chinese boy's chest a little firm bump with his forehead. "And you're not frightening and disturbed. You're who I love and no one will get away with calling you frightening or disturbed." A little flash of that protective Winner fire.
"Even me?" Wufei chuckled. "Too bad because I say what I like, Winner. I've worked hard to be frightening, how dare you try and gloss over that!" He bent and nipped Quatre's cheek lightly.
Quatre laughed, throwing his arms up higher around Wufei's shoulders and letting his legs buckle so he'd either swing off the other boy's shoulders or take them both tumbling to the ground. "Ahhh but see this is one thing I have learned. Not to fear you."
Wufei caught Quatre, holding him easily as his legs swung. "I should try and scare you... but frankly I'd rather not. Just don't blow my cover with the rest of the world and we'll manage this thing."
Quatre relaxed back into the hold showing total trust."Mmm.. okay I promise. I will do nothing to keep you from being frightening to the rest of the world." And so far he'd been good to his word. No pouncing on Chinese boy in public. In fact Quatre hadn't even tried to hold Wufei's hand in public, though he'd had to arrest a reach a couple of times.
Chuckling, Wufei shifted his grip and began to swing Quatre around in a circle until he was a little dizzy. Then he pulled him up close and kissed him deeply, demanding a response.
Quatre pressed his face into Wufei's shoulder while he was being spun around, his laughter body deep and bright even muffled. Then he found himself being kissed even as the world still seemed to spin around him and he fell greedily against his lover's strength, softening his lips beneath the kiss, opening himself up completely and returning the passion with a low moan of pleasure.
Wufei kissed the blonde until they were both breathless. Then he smiled, pulling the boy down into the sand, where the surf could tickle their legs and feet. He began the kissing again, with Quatre on his back and Wufei above. Looking down after a bit, Wufei said, "I wonder how private this beach really is." There was a decidedly wicked glint in his dark eyes.
Quatre stretched out on the damp sand, focused on the warm damp body pressing into him and the cooler sensation of the water licking about their legs. Not to mention the breath stealing kisses. It never ceased to amaze him just how wonderful a kisser Chang Wufei had turned out to be. His hands slid up along the curve of Wufei's shoulders, rubbing and stroking there with loving, passionate touches.
"Private enough I think. Besides... who really cares? "An answering twinkle in his own pale eyes as he looked up at Wufei. He knew that the beach was pretty damn secluded and private property to boot.
Wufei grinned. "Aww... well I guess that's okay..." he reached down suddenly and pulled Quatre's trunks off, tossing them up the beach. He kept the blonde on his back with a hand on his chest and slithered out of his own. "You promised me something, you lovely little cheat..." he growled softly, bending to lick his tongue across a salt-tasting nipple.
At least Wufei had the presence of mind to send the trunks up the beach, in his current state Quatre would have likely sent them into the water without a thought. He moaned softly, arching up towards the skillful tongue, his hands reaching to brush through sea damp hair, "Mmmm I believe I did, didn't I." One leg snuck up to wrap high around Wufei's hip, letting their erections brush against each other in an action that caused an electric sort of jolt from the little blonde, followed by a slow squirm in the surf.
Wufei groaned deeply, rubbing his body back against Quatre's, feeling how ready they both were. "Since you managed to get so distracted," Wufei panted, his voice low and throaty. "You will have to suffer the consequences..." He moved between Quatre's legs, lifting the other around him as well, and reached between them where the edge of the surf was playing havoc with now bare skin and sensitive regions. He slid a finger inside Quatre, warning, preparing, then replaced the finger with something larger, hard and hot. Leaning over the blonde, he braced on one hand while wrapping the other around the Arabian's straining erection and began rocking slowly, pumping the firm flesh in the same rhythm.
Yep, Quatre had lost the edge he'd had.. well he'd given it up pretty readily and now he was arching beneath the larger boy, coaxing his body to relax and accept the invasion. A little coo issued from his throat, full of pleasure as Wufei seated himself. The coo turned into a low moaning gasp as he pressed his hips upwards into the hold of that hand, his head turned restlessly till he found the sensitive wrist of the arm Wufei braced on bared to him and turned to kiss and nibble at the skin eagerly.
Wufei's eyes slanted down, half-lidded, watching the blonde slowly squirm in pleasure beneath him as his own body flamed with the erotic sensations moving through him. He moved slowly, tormenting himself as well as the blonde, feeling the lap of waves at his lower body and giving in to the sensuous tug of the waves, matching them unconsciously.
Quatre was finding himself awash with new sensations. The feel of the water around his legs and lower body, the strong movements of his lover within his body, the sounds of the surf and the feel of the breeze across their upper torso's cooling the dampness of sweat and sea-water. His eyes widened, looking up at Wufei as he found himself adrift in a maelstrom of sensation he hadn't expected or known to expect. It was a rather nice surprise but at the same time, something obviously completely new for the little blonde.
Wufei smiled, a smile that matched the slow movement and building sensations. Without increasing his pace, he began to lengthen the stroke, moving further out and plunging deeper in, as his hand stroked Quatre's shaft with the same increased length, teasing the head of it with fingertips, then sliding down to squeeze the base gently but firmly. Wufei did not know how long he could continue this, as his body was all but screaming for release but it was too delicious to rush.
Quatre turned his head again, small teeth finding the smooth flesh of Wufei's inner forearm with a gentle nibbling motion, broken by soft gasps and desperate pants for air. He matched the motions of his lover's timed thrusts, riding them with the wide eyed wondering of pure pleasure even as he arched into that hand. He drifted along with Wufei on the delicious sensations then pressed his face into his lover's arm, begging breathlessly.
"Mmm, hell.. gods harder Wufei.. please Chang..."
Wufei bent and kissed Quatre deeply, then chuckled in his ear, "Thank you for asking... I am dying myself..."
His body began to move faster, increasing the pace incrementally, and his hips pounded the Arabian, the impact driving them both a little deeper into the sand. He groaned, his own pleasure evident in his body and expression.
Small, he might be, but his tensile strength became evident as he arched his body upwards, lifting both himself and his lover, balanced on the slender stem of his neck. His soft cry was lost beneath the pounding of the surf as he rocked back hard against Wufei's thrusts, helping to take both of them higher, faster and harder. Quatre gritted his teeth, desperate not to let the moment go to early. Fighting his body's urge to strain towards completion, his ultimate cry was almost one of loss as his slender form shuddered violently beneath Wufei. The orgasm one of the most intense that has ever shattered the little blonde.
The first tightening of Quatre's body and the soft cry sent Wufei over the edge and he shuddered hard, releasing himself deeply inside the Arabian's body, his hips still moving reflexively until he slowly eased, shaking, bending to hold Quatre tightly, smearing the blonde's release between their bodies and he rested a damp cheek on Quatre's chest, holding him, just holding...
End Part 1
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