14-Aug-2000
Category: Angst, Adventure, Action
Pairings: 3x4x5(or combinations there of), 1x2/2x1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made off this.
NOTES: See, promised I would be starting the next part of CoF on time! I strongly suggest reading NewsFeed to come up to speed on a lot of the plot elements that will be involved in this part. Even though we are starting out life with a nice juicy LEMON (Male/Male graphic sexual situations.) This part is... very very heavy LIME. (4x5 to be exact. Quatre_Sama you out there?? You asked here tis! :D ) Bonne is the wonderful puppeteer for Wufei and I'm responsbile for Quatre.
The estate was dark and silent as the limo drew to a halt outside the front doors. Quatre exhaled tiredly as he put away the report he was reading and closed the briefcase. Quatre knew he should be exhausted, it was almost three in the morning but instead he could still feel the charge of power that came from out flanking his enemies.
He slid out of the long black car and tapped it's roof lightly to send the driver and car back to the garage. Looking up at the still house, he sighed a little. Duo, Heero and Trowa were off on a mission involving the 4th and in the heat of the summer, Wufei liked to get up before dawn's light to exercise, which usually involved an early bedtime. It was strange to come home to a still house.
Quatre mounted the stone steps and slipped through the tall ornate doors. Leaving his overcoat on a low table he made his way through the dark hallway towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he kicked out of his dress shoes and looked towards Wufei's room. The door was closed and Quatre was loath to disturb the sleeping dragon but he wanted to see a friendly face... even if it was asleep.
Unaware that he still held his briefcase in his hand, Quatre crept across the thick Persian carpet and pressed open the door, his breath catching at the sight that met his eyes. Wufei had the doors, which lead out to the small balcony off his room, open to let in the cooler night air and along with the soft breeze; moonlight. The young dragon was stretched out on his back, his skin showing pale perfection against the dark green sheets he reclined on.
The top sheet was twisted about Wufei's lower body but his chest and arms were bare to Quatre's questing eyes. As he watched, Wufei's head moved restlessly. The blue highlights in Wufei's dark hair caught by the fall of the moon's light, separating the silky strands from the dark pillow Wufei rested against. The Chinese boy murmured softly in his sleep, very quick and light but enough to tell Quatre that Wufei dreamed a warm dream on this warm night. The young dragon's dream forbidden.
There was a slight, lingering scent of sandalwood and jasmine incense. Wufei stretched in his sleep and relaxed in a negligent sprawl. The stretch caused the thin sheet to tighten, outlining toned muscles and another hard object. Quatre swallowed tightly. The briefcase was carefully placed out in the hall and the bedroom door closed. The dragon looked.. peacefully asleep. A little petting couldn't hurt... the feel of soft sheets sliding across powerful thighs beneath tracing fingers.
A slight furrow grew between Wufei's well marked brows. Body shifting. A deeper breath. Tongue touching lips... then a sigh. The next shift was into Quatre's touch. One small hand reached up to loosen the immaculate knot of his tie and unbutton his suit jacket. The other traced, with firm gentleness, along the leg to the joint of the hip. A quick lick of his lips and Quatre let his fingers brush across the edge of the tangled sheet, stroking along silky skin and tight abs.
Slowly, very slowly, Wufei's eyes opened only a little, showing a momentary glitter then dark... dark... still half in the grasp of the dream, his mouth curved in a tender smile of recognition.
"Koi..."
Moonlight, tumbling in from the open balcony windows, lit up pale gold hair but the lighting threw shadows across passionate turquoise eyes. A slow, rich smile curled Quatre's lips as his fingers traced the line of the sheet before sweeping upwards slowly. Quatre whispered softly. "You were having a nice dream. I wanted to make it a little nicer."
Wufei's eyes closed, a flush stole across his cheeks and stained his skin. "Nice..." Eyes flickered up. "Yes..." he whispered, his body betraying the dream's substance as it pushed at the soft cover of the sheet.
Wickedness lit up Quatre's features. A loving wickedness. He looked over his shoulder. The bedroom door was... closed. Taking a step closer to the bed, he leaned down, by passing the young dragon's lips and tasting the heat on Wufei's cheeks. Whispering. "What were you dreaming about koi?"
The dragon's eyes flickered away, closed, then flickered back. Licking his lips. "....mmmm.... forbidden things..." he managed softly, feeling the flush increase. The presence of the blond imposed a strange suspension of normal defenses. He felt... so open... vulnerable... but not truly afraid.
Quatre reached up with his free hand, undoing the studded tie clip at the middle of his chest. The silky tie dropped forward, brushing across Wufei's shoulder, still scented with the Arabian's cologne, juniper and spice, despite the long day. Quatre brushed his lips across Wufei's forehead soothingly whispering in between touches.
"The bedroom door is closed, koi. Nothing is forbidden in here."
Wufei shivered at the brush of silk against his skin. Then he sighed. "Truly?" He asked, his face and voice seeming very young. A glimpse of the boy who'd existed before the warrior took his place. Then his eyes flickered. "I have so much..." then a slight upturn of his lips. "As do you... embarrassment of riches... young master..."
Quatre raised his head a little so that dark, sea like eyes could look down into his lover's face. The vulnerability and youth in Wufei's face was not lost on him, nor were the words. Normally he would have quickly redirected such a statement but something in Wufei's eyes and posture stopped the words on his lips. Leaning down, he slowly and thoroughly kissed the young dragon, putting into the caress every skill he had learned from his two lovers.
Coaxing and directing Wufei's response before drawing his lips back and asking again. "What were you dreaming of koi?" His tone was a husky growl.
Wufei melted into the kiss, feeling it blend with his body's slowly increasing heat. When Quatre moved back, he gazed up at the Arabian, watching the moonlight glance through gold strands now turned silver with the night colors. Reaching out, he slid his fingers around Quatre's hand.
I can't lie to him, or deny him, Wufei realized. "...being... taken..." he said slowly, softly, not infusing it with any emotion just giving it like a simple admission.
Quatre's eyes flickered across Wufei's face, studying every graceful curve of bone and expression. He remembered what he and Trowa had spoken about.. before the hijacking. Trowa did not kiss and tell details... but he'd left gentle hints. Quatre could still feel the adrenaline pounding through his veins. He had been working at shaking off *Master Winner* but now he turned and grasped hints of that part of himself back to him. Tempering it with the love and tenderness he felt for the young dragon spread out beneath his hands.
Turning Wufei's hand over, he pressed it back down on the bed, slender fingers wrapping around the strong wrist and holding it with firm gentleness as his lips once again found his lover's. The first touch was fleeting..~trust me~ the second was hotter, demanding.
Wufei felt something suddenly pound in his chest... it was a recognition of the energy coming from his lover. His mouth surrendered as his mind cast around weakly for something familiar, now slightly out of reach... the identity of Wufei, the strong, aggressive protector and supporter. The wounded dragon who had to be curbed. These selves floated out of his reach as he yielded.
Quatre softened the kiss, never letting any one embrace last too long. Not letting Wufei's mind focus on any one caress and find it inhibiting or capturing. His lips left the young dragon's with a soft breath and trailed down along the strong jawline. He released Wufei's wrist, tickling the upturned palm with his fingers before he drew that hand down along his lover's side, tracing the path of ribs, then down lower till he grasped Wufei's hip through the soft brushed cotton of the sheet.
His mouth moved lower brushing across Wufei's neck and he very gentle took Wufei's throat in his teeth. A change to the usually submissive gesture he would normally give to this area, aggressive, yet tender and cherishing at the same time. The Chinese boy tensed, gasping softly, then after a bare moment his head tilted back, offering more of his skin. His pulse was coming very fast and he could hear the rush of blood in his inner ear. Something was different here. Heart pounding, he waited to see what was happening.
Quatre could feel the difference in the night air. Once more, he reached deep and touched that part of himself he guarded so fiercely, letting that extra sense reach out and brush across his prone lover. He could feel the pound of Wufei's heart against his lips and he released the vulnerable throat, nuzzling it gently before laying a little nip on the side of Wufei's neck.
With one hand, Quatre braced his weight above the other boy, not yet letting his body rest on the bed. His other hand swept down along cotton covered legs in a possessive gesture as his mouth moved across a well defined collarbone and turned downwards along the powerful chest that always seemed to so fascinate him.
Wufei gazed up at the figure above him... so familiar, beloved, yet somehow uncloaking a new aspect before him. He'd always been conscious of the power of Quatre's personality, the strength, indeed the fire, to which Wufei had been drawn - these were the other sides to the gentleness, the sweetness and vulnerability which were most easily perceived about the blond. There was something going on that was not about power but was about acknowledgment. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he felt those kisses travel down across his chest. Wufei's hands rose from the surface of the futon and sought the one above, resting lightly but not still, moving restlessly across the blonde's back and sides.
The tailored cloth of the suit jacket was cut specifically to define and broaden Quatre's shoulders. The fine cloth hung from his body in a different way then his usual soft shirts, vest and khakis, taking away the delicate lines and instead maturing his form. The soft wool was warm beneath Wufei's questing finger, the silk shirt beneath a light weight summer cloth and barely a barrier.
Quatre continued to move very carefully over his lover. An iron determination and strength of will locking down his body's natural responses to the soft scents of jasmine and sandalwood, mixed with Wufei's own unique scent filling his nostrils as he nibbled softly at the silky skin. He was very aware of his position on this strange night and though energy thrummed through his slender form, he made no rushed or sudden moves against the young dragon. As aware of Wufei's still wounded self as of his own strength, letting the tables begins to swing slowly around as he took on the role of protector.
Restlessly, Wufei stirred, going nowhere, just dispelling tension. His hands felt the surface and texture of the jacket almost curiously, then slide under it, a little more urgently, seeking a closer connection with the energy in the blonde's body. Another time, those hands would have moved without hesitation, pulling off the jacket to expose his lover more fully to his touch, but now they simply quested under, seeking, urging gently but not demanding that the barrier be removed.
It was a reminder of one of the Arabian's spheres of power, which drew from Wufei a desire not to shelter the blond, but to offer replenishment... Wufei gasped suddenly as green eyes opened in his mind, as if telling him this was something Trowa understood well.
Quatre's lips smiled against the top of Wufei's stomach as he felt those questing hands on his body. He shrugged gracefully coming out of the suit jacket, it was getting a touch warm and letting the fine cloth fall unheeded to the ground beside the futon. He was so used to working in "dress" clothes that he'd all but forgotten the tie and it's silky touch brushed across the hard length still covered by the cotton as Quatre moved further down Wufei's body.
As his lips encountered the soft sheet, he braced his legs a little, leaning his knees against the futon to hold himself upright as he used both hands to reach up and gently untangle the young dragon's lower body from the sheet. It had been a nice picture but now he wanted his lover's skin barred to him. As soon as he was certain that the cloth was untangled, he ripped it down and away in a quick almost urgent gesture. Quatre was careful though, the touch of his lips never became hard as he tasted the tender skin found in the joint of Wufei's hip.
Given unfettered access to his lover's torso, Wufei's fingers slid along back and shoulders, slipping over the shirt's thin material, seeking the heat of contact and finding it. The muscles under Wufei's questing hands were rock hard with the tension the slow pace was winding up in the blond. As he felt the Arabian began to pull the sheet away from his body he glanced down, watching, and as it was ripped away, he felt his male flesh spring up in response.
Wufei swallowed a groan. The air against his now fully exposed skin felt cool but the soft lips so close to his aching flesh felt hot. Wufei's hands tightened on his lover reflexively even as he twisted slightly, his hips turning away rather than towards that hot mouth in a sudden hesitance.
Quatre's will held and when Wufei's hips shifted away from the touch of his lips, Quatre moved back, allowing the retreat. Taking advantage of his position further down the bed, he slid one knee onto the futon, straddling one of the young dragon's restlessly shifting legs but he was careful not to trap it. Sitting back a little, he brought his hands into play, letting them stroke in soothing patterns along the skin his mouth was just investigating.
Quatre watched his lover's face now closely as he let his touch and presence gentle his anxious dragon. Wufei stilled, his half-lidded eyes seeking the face turned towards him. He licked his lips, and relaxed, recognizing himself on the edge of a conflict and choosing to solve it in a new way. Surrender... was harder. All the more so for one trained to never even consider it. Still breathing more deeply, in fact now more rapidly than usual, he saw his lover watching and offered a slight, vulnerable smile, almost an apology for his tension.
This was ground, Quatre knew well. He smiled gently back and pulled his hands away from Wufei's body, resting back on his heels as he reached up and undid the knot in his tie, pulling the slender strips of fabric off his neck and tossing it off to the side, then unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it tucked in for the moment but baring his own chest so that when he moved back up along Wufei's body, it was silken heat that pressed against silken heat without any barrier between them.
Quatre made himself vulnerable to his lover, while at the same time moving over Wufei like a protective shield. He didn't say anything but pressed his lips to Wufei's, gently kissing away the apology. There was nothing to apologize for in his eyes and it was unwarranted. The kiss speaking this more clearly then stumbled husky words as he braced his weight with one hand and tenderly cradled Wufei's face in the fingers of his other.
Wufei closed his eyes, opening his mouth to the kiss, accepting, then responding by sucking the blonde's tongue into his mouth, twining his own around it. His passion was palpable in the kiss. He offered himself, seeking to pleasure the Arabian even as his face tilted into Quatre's touch.
For the first time, Quatre embraced his dual personality. Those parts of him that were so often in conflict, yet it was a conflict he was so used to balancing that it made it easier for him to take the submissive role to his two aggressively protective and yet warily wounded lovers. He recognized in Wufei the same reluctance to let down the walls, the masks, the persona built to protect the injured young man within. He continued to kiss Wufei, letting their tongues dance together, till his lover had yielded to the point that Quatre could trap Wufei's tongue beneath and stroke it gently with his own.
However long it took, he refused to push. Gently nudge yes. His hands reaching and touching Wufei in careful but forward strokes... cautiously leading the young dragon to look over the walls and see the pleasure that awaited him, leading gently. Only once he felt the very fine edge of wariness abate a little did he break the kiss, brushing his lips softly along Wufei's cheekbone and whispering lovingly.
"Easier?"
The Chinese boy's arms tightened, drawing them a little closer. "Oh Quatre," he whispered back. "I wanted... to give you my strength... not this... weakness..."
"Shhhhsss" Quatre whispered softly, letting his lips stroke across the delicate closed eyelids. "You do koi... but you have needs. Let me fulfill them."
With the last four words, he went still. Though his body was tight and in an almost painful state of arousal his entire manner showed that the choice was... as it had always been, Wufei's. His blue green eyes burned with passion but it was banked behind that strong will, there was no expectation in his expression, only the cherishing love that he felt for the young man beneath him.
The stillness was not lost on Wufei and he felt his heart tearing, not from his lover's actions but from things still locked inside him. How could he tell the blond how he was taught to feel shame in taking any other role? Once, with Trowa, he'd escaped it, perhaps because he sensed the green-eyed boy's nature, perhaps because his surrender then had been as much protection for Trowa as for himself. Submission to the fiery blond would be something quite different - something which excited him, but that excitement brought conflict with his training. I'm not free, he thought, swallowing. If he sees... how weak I can be...
Wufei was too far over the edge - his body betrayed him with a shiver and he blinked as the moonlight shimmered in excess moisture.
Quatre was not blind to his lover's distress. It made his breath catch in his chest for a moment and he considered retreating, to allow the dragon to continue to shield himself. His instincts wouldn't allow it though and he looked, seeing the pale silvery touch of tears at the corners of Wufei's eyes. His heart clenched, knowing the tears to stem from emotions of fear and shame. He wanted to throw his arms around Wufei and holding him, curl around him and protect him but he made no rapid motion.
'He needs your strength Winner, not your raw emotions.' Quatre gently chided himself and he moved forward shifting on the bed till he lay stretched out across Wufei, his legs tangled with their bare counterparts. His fingers reached up to stroke through Wufei's loose hair...
"Wanting this, does not make you weak Wufei. It is the most precious gift of yourself you could give to me." He whispered gently. "This... *this* I will not take from you but I would be honored to share my strength with you, as you have shared your strength with me."
Wufei blinked, gazing up, and suddenly his heart spoke a simple truth to him. It surprised a look of hope from his face. He kissed Quatre's lips and then placed his palm against the blonde's chest, resting on his own. "I couldn't... I couldn't hide myself from you if I tried, could I?" He said suddenly, releasing the struggle. "I couldn't.... I won't.... all there is... even the weakness... is yours, koi... No taking - I choose it so!" he said, the last few words a declaration, flung in the face of the shadows of the past.
Quatre listened to Wufei, holding him as he spoke, smiling against the soft kiss and shivering at the feel of the calloused hand against his skin. He did not smile to the declaration, instead his eyes and face took on a very solemn and serious expression. It was not lost to him what it cost the young dragon to say those things, or to place that trust and openness into his safe keeping. He took the gift very seriously and his eyes reflected back to Wufei that he would defend and protect it to his dying breath.
Then he leaned forward, kissing Wufei's lips with aching tenderness for a long time, before bending his head and laying a series of soft nips along the other boy's neck and shoulder, once again coaxing up the passionate heat he knew rested within his young dragon's body.
Wufei gazed into the eyes of his lover and felt the acknowledgment. His long struggle was over. This incredible beauty held within him enough strength to accept everything about Wufei that he had been denied, everything about himself he had been taught not to accept. It was another part of the miracle he'd been granted.
He fell into the kiss, giving and accepting, and from that moment the heat was already rising, freed from the bonds that had been imposed so long ago to hold it down. Every trace of hesitance and stiffness left his limbs and he melted his body against Quatre's, yielding his skin, while his lips found a place to worship, a pale neck, and his hands moved, not demandingly, but inevitably to buttons, peeling the shirt away so they could match skin with skin.
End Part 1
Laekin
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