15-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 soft shirt drifted away like a piece of gauze on the wind. Quatre shivered a little as the night breeze danced over his heated skin. It felt so good but not nearly as good as the silken strength beneath his lips. He regretted moving away from the soft touches to his own neck, he was a sucker for those but this wasn't about him at the moment.
As he felt Wufei's body relax and turn in towards him, Quatre reached down, stroking his open palm across Wufei's flank in a possessive gesture that he rarely used. His fingers curling around a powerful thigh, pulling the leg up towards his sides as he moved lower along his lover's body till his teeth could nibble eagerly at the tender skin stretching across the hip bone.
A soft groan emerged from Wufei's lips as he felt the touch of those teeth. His hips flexed and he curved his body around a little hands reaching for the fastening of Quatre's belt and pants. Undoing each, he tried to push the material over Quatre's hips with a gentle tug.
Quatre left his lower body in range for those questing hands long enough to have help with his belt and pants before swinging his hips out of reach. Taking back control of the pace. He wasn't ready to be naked quite yet. Settling onto the futon on his knees, cloth hisses against the soft fabric of the fitted sheets as he slid down till he'd settled comfortably between Wufei's legs. Stretching, his hands moved up across the Chinese boy's chest, stroking soothingly as he turned the attention of his lips and teeth against the sensitive skin of an inner knee.
Wufei swallowed a moan, his hand bereft of his lover's body, flattening against the futon's surface. The ache in his groin was a painful throb. Licking his lips, he reached one hand down to curl fingers around his straining erection, trying to ease the tension with a brief touch.
The quiet of the room was broken by the creak of the futon frame as Quatre moved back up along Wufei's body, just enough to nip and catch those reaching fingers in his mouth. Intercepting them, he gave them a long slow suckle before his slender fingers close around Wufei's wrist, looking up along the sprawl of Wufei's body to his eyes.
"Patience." Quatre whispered huskily, then he held the hand trapped in the grip of his strong fingers as he moved back to his task for tasting and nibbling Wufei's legs.
Quatre did not rush but he became more attuned to the tension and ache in his lover, shifting upwards there was a fine tremble in his tongue and lips as they wrapped around Wufei's aching flesh. The tremble betraying Quatre's own level of physical tension.
Gasping, Wufei tried to hold himself his back arching in reflex but his muscles pulling back the next instant. His eyes were closed and his head moved from side to side, fingers digging into the futon as the wet silken touch brought waves of pleasure. "Ohhh... koi..."
Quatre relaxed his throat, letting Wufei's body plunge into the heat of his mouth without gagging. As Wufei tried to withdraw, he followed, throating his lover completely and then setting to work. His hands released Wufei's wrist as one curved upwards to flicker and tease tense nipples, the other coming down to add physical stimulation to the delicate flesh found between Wufei's legs.
The Chinese boy gave himself up to the sensations, his body writhing a little as he was assaulted by two active hands and a wonderful mouth. He knew he would not be able to hold back for very long... the feelings were too delicious. He moaned Quatre's name, his hips tensing in little jerks as his body responded to the deft manipulations.
He wasn't keeping count as to how long Wufei could hold out. In fact this wasn't a test of the young dragon's control. It was an assault upon it. The taste and feel of his lover, sent the little blonde's blood pounding through his own veins and he felt a shudder of intense desire run through his body of but once again he banked it as he altered his pace and form, using every skill in his growing repertoire to drive the young man beneath him over the edge.
It became clear there was no control to overcome, as Wufei writhed under the blonde's caresses. He cried out, his voice spiraling up musically and his body shuddered with a sudden, explosive release. He cried out again, arching up and then collapsed into the last tremors of his surrender.
Quatre had warning just before the explosion came, enough to settle that length in his throat and eagerly take the offering given to him. He stilled, letting Wufei ride out the sensations of pleasure and the aftermath, stroking the body beneath his softly but once he was assured that the other boy was relaxing, he began the slow assault again. His teeth nibbling against a powerful flank as he moved back up along the young dragon's prone form.
Panting, Wufei cried out again. Breathless, his eyes opened to fasten on his lover, his face naked and vulnerable. His arms moved around Quatre, wanting, needing to feel his lover against his body.
Quatre moved willingly into the reach of his koi's arms, laying his head against Wufei's shoulder for a moment and nibbling softly at the slightly salty skin of the Chinese boy's throat. He stroked one hand down along Wufei's side as he finally reached for the loose waistband of his trousers, weaseling out of them and tossing them over the side of the bed, now resting naked body against naked body. This close, Wufei could feel the fine tremble that was running through his entire slender form, leaving no doubt to the mind just how badly he wanted the young dragon.
The Chinese boy sought his lover's mouth, kissing him passionately. His arms moved restlessly around Quatre's body, hands seeking, memorizing, caressing all at once. He felt the tremor and wanted to answer it but his thoughts were jumbled with emotions and sensation. Kissing Quatre's neck, he murmured, "....anything... everything..." as if he was trying to impart something without any guidance beyond incredible longing for the other boy.
Quatre gasped to the touch of the lips on his neck and the impassioned words. He moved his head restlessly wanting to kiss Wufei again and he didn't still in his search until his lips were once again entangled with his lover's. The kiss was fiery, needful, passionate. Driven and demanding but tempered by the love and tenderness he felt for and towards the boy he held in his arms.
Despite the keen need of his body, Quatre still moved very carefully against his lover, letting their bodies slide against each other, easing the ache in his groin even as he sought to refire the passion in Wufei's body. The action backfired against him a little and he shuddered hard, groaning through teeth clenched against the fine edge of pleasure/pain. Panting softly, Quatre dropped his lips to brush against his lover's ear.
"Where...?"
Wufei's eyes went wide, dark and huge in his face, and his quickly kissed Quatre, nipping at his lower lip. He suddenly felt that he understood something he hadn't fully accepted before, a way his blonde lover might want him... taking deep breaths, he reached up and groped under the edge of the futon, finding something he was seeking there. The object was a small tube. Pressing it into one of Quatre's hands, he kissed the Arabian's sensitive neck again and whispered, "...anywhere.. you wish..."
Wufei looked up into deep teal eyes and sought any clue as to what he could do next to fulfill his lover's needs. It had been the small tube Quatre was after. If he had to jump up and run in the other room.. well that would have just been too damn painful. Quatre's fingers closed around the small object, brushing across Wufei's hand as he took it. Here, once again he slowed, taking long careful breaths as he forced himself to relax a little. Turning his head he caught up his lover's mouth once again, just... kissing him.
Right now, that was all Quatre wanted. The kiss was gentle, passionate but soothing at the same time. Taking attention away from the fumbling of his fingers with the tube cap. He didn't allow the kiss to deepen until the first press of musician's fingers against the sensitive entrance to his lover's body.
The touch was not unexpected and there was no flinching. Wufei parted his legs wider, tilting his hips slightly, offering Quatre full access to his body. He moaned into Quatre's lips as he felt the first slight penetration but the effort to relax was not too great... his body was so aroused it took little coaxing to accept even this small pain as a prelude to pleasure.
Quatre continued to move carefully in this uncharted territory. Massaging and gently coaxing uncooperative muscles to relax and give up their secrets A second finger worked in behind the first and he stroked upwards, brushing across that little bundle of nerves he knew would bring near mindless pleasure. He broke the kiss, leaning on one arm above his lover and watching Wufei's face closely throughout the gentle invasion of the Chinese boy's body.
He saw nothing but an open, willing response, which became helpless as the Arabian's fingers found the sensitive place. Wufei's eyes closed instantly and his body arched, leaving him panting a little. He opened his eyes, fastening them on his lover with a clear entreaty. "...want you.." he managed, licking his lips.
Quatre stroked that spot once more before drawing his hand back, leaning down he kissed the side of Wufei's mouth, whispering softly. "I love you." The he shifted, moving to press his aching length against that entrance. He'd already taken care of most of that little tube but he still pressed carefully against the tight entrance. The invasion was slow.. careful.
Quatre's back arched and his eyes closed as he drew air in between his teeth, fighting the urge to drive hard into the tight heat. The moonlight glistened off the fine sheen of sweat that broke out on his straining body.
Wufei arched again, feeling the invasion as a mixture of pleasure/pain that all but drove him over the edge right there. He wanted... wanted... yes... his body relaxed then snugged again around the firm flesh of his lover.
Quatre found catching his breath difficult as he felt Wufei close around him. A whimper, turned growl rumbled in his throat as he pressed the rest of the way till he was hilted within his lover. Then he relaxed, letting himself enjoy the sensations and giving Wufei time to adjust to the feel of him within. Nature and need were not going to be held off for long, though and soon his body moved back.
Quatre moaned, as if he didn't want to move but once in motion his hips drove back forward burying himself once again in Wufei before he picked up the pace. Wufei whimpered softly, unable to swallow the sound, as each impact caused a wave of pleasure to wash through him. The increasing pace was something he wanted desperately, as he looked up at the Arabian, silently begging. The fiery blond was driving him crazy, each thrust better than the one before, filling him with need, desire, starting a slow shudder that brought him nearer to ecstasy with each thrust.
Quatre paced himself till he could find the angle needed to bring the young dragon the most pleasure, once he had that angle to his satisfaction he swooped down and caught up Wufei's mouth in a bruising kiss as he let loose some of his controls, driving hard into the body beneath his, loosing himself in his lover's feel and embrace.
Feeling the unleashing of his lover's control, Wufei moaned into the kiss, tightening his inner muscles as his lover withdrew, relaxing on the return and tightening again, increasing his own pleasure to a level that quickly overcame his senses. His body surrendered, shuddering hard as he was submerged in a blinding climax.
The motion of those internal muscles, matched to the feel of his lover beneath him and the shudder drove a hard cry past the little blonde's lips. Wufei's name, echoed through the room as he released the last of his controls and drove powerfully for the last quick hard thrusts before loosing himself completely within Wufei's body.
The climax overwhelming, Quatre could do nothing but ride it out, little cries wrung from his lips till the physical storm passed and he collapsed bonelessly across the powerful body embracing him from below.
The room was quiet for a while, the stillness broken only by two sets of gasping breaths, slowing. After a few moments, Wufei reached up blindly, his fingers finding and stoking the silken curls on his lover's head which rested across him.
Quatre felt as if someone could just pour his liquid muscles into a glass and call him in the morning. The tension had reached a level of near pain but now it washed out of his body, leaving him wonderfully relaxed and completely still. Except for the heaving of his chest as he drew air into tortured lungs. He turned, resting his cheek against Wufei's collarbone, wrapping his arms around the other boy, loath to disturb the silence that wrapped it's soft touch around them both.
Quatre's sentiments were mirrored by the Chinese boy beneath him. The level of relaxation and peace, after the peak of tension and pleasure, left Wufei boneless and all but unable to move. He shifted very slightly, settling them both a bit, and found one of Quatre's hands, drawing it up to kiss and suck the fingertips gently, before cradling his cheek on the palm, closing his eyes to surrender to sleep.
Quatre shifted with Wufei, letting their bodies remain joined as he looked to his lover, stroking his fingers tenderly along Wufei's cheek as he watched heavy lids close over beloved dark eyes.
End Part 2
Laekin
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