8 Apr 2001

TITLE: The Pirates of the Blue Butterfly
AUTHOR: kumiko & tzigane (guilty as charged)
PART: Story 5 of Lingering Days
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 6+5
WARNINGS: AU/OOC; yaoi, some bastardizations running about.
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to us. If they did, they'd spend more time
naked.

C&C: If you feel the urge ^_^

Lingering Days by tzigane and kumiko

Part 5: The Pirates of the Blue Butterfly

From the top of the humanities building, Zechs Marquise surveyed the green and sunny campus with a faint scowl. He had discovered the secret studying place on the roof of the building two weeks after he'd arrived and had been frequenting it since then.

The scowl itself could have been caused by the particularly obscure paragraph of Blake that he was studying. Actually, though, it was not his studies, and upcoming mid-term exams that made him feel bad tempered at that moment. It was the weather. All during October, it had remained warm and slightly balmy. Zechs kept telling himself that, while it was true that he *was* in Georgia, he was still within the *temperate* zone and that meant -- it *had* to mean -- a change of seasons would come. So far, though, the temperature had remained in the eighties with an almost equatorial sameness.

He was feeling stupidly homesick, he knew, but knowing it was stupid didn't make him feel any better. It didn't make the longings for bright orange leaves and cool winds any less. Every morning he still woke up with the hope that, when he stepped outside on his way to class, the air would be crisp and chilled and as intoxicating as white wine.

So far, however, he'd been extremely disappointed.

Blowing pale gold bangs out of his eyes he pulled at the collar of his shirt and quickly braided his hair, leaving it slung over one shoulder as he went back to his notes on William Blake.

A kiss landed against the sweaty back of his neck, startling him. "I hope that frown's not for me," Wufei's voice murmured huskily. "That's almost the Viking Face."

They'd been lovers now for all of two weeks and Wufei had to admit that he was utterly besotted. He'd slept in his dorm room twice in all that time, and they'd even managed to get similar work-schedules at Lingering Days... well, even if he *was* still feeding the goats, at least they could go on break together!

Zechs sighed and leaned his back against the cool stone of the building, begging another kiss and getting it. "No, it's not you, it's your damnable climate!" He leaned over and grabbed Wufei gently by his shirt, bringing the two of them within an inch of each other, and demanded, "*When* do we get to the *cool* part of the year? Tell me it's coming -- pleeease?"

That gained him a laugh and a quick kiss upon the lips before it netted him an answer. "We'll get a cold snap in a day or so. I was just watching the Weather Channel a bit. But I'll warn you... it'll last for a week at most and then be hot again. You'll just have to suffer laying naked with me in the air conditioning."

"Ohhh... what a sad life it is," Zechs said melodramatically. "All I *want* to do is lie naked with you in front of a roaring fire..." He pulled Wufei into his lap, letting Blake drop to the ground, and began nuzzling at the smaller man's throat. "Mmmm... snow falling outside... everything hushed and quiet but the snap of the fire... and you moaning in *agonized* pleasure..."

"Agonized pleasure?" Wufei asked curiously, straddling Zechs's thighs and tugging slightly on the silky braid of hair draped over a shoulder and already coming unraveled. "Mmmm, that sounds absolutely delicious. You sure I wouldn't just freeze at the first sight of snow, though?"

Zechs wriggled his eyebrows at him. "Ah, no, my dear boy. We Northerners have developed very ingenious ways of keeping warm during those long, cold winters. In fact, did you know that the quickest way to warm up is to find a warm partner and strip and get skin to skin under a cozy blanket?"

"Mmmm," Wufei answered, kissing him again, "that sounds like a pretty fast way to get hot to me. 'Course, this is faster..." he told the tall blond, rubbing his hands over Zechs's chest and teasing at the nipples through his t-shirt. /Lord, Wufei. You're such a slut,/ he thought to himself with a deliciously heavy sigh.

Long fingers clutched at Wufei's hair as the kiss deepened and one of Zechs's hands trailed down to the younger man's bottom, squeezing softly. "You little tease," he murmured against the warmth of Wufei's lips. "Coming up here and making me want to take you right here on the ground... Wouldn't care who saw us..."

"I would, a little," Wufei said a bit breathlessly, rubbing forward. "Wouldn't want to get expelled or anything. No demerits, either..."

"Oh, *you're* no fun," Zechs said, breaking off a kiss and holding the dark eyed boy at bay. He looked into those eyes intently and murmured, "Come on, now -- your man is homesick. Surely you can think of a way to cheer him up."

That spark of humor was back again. "I can go buy some styrofoam balls and toothpicks, a can of fake snow, and some fishing wire. I can make snowflakes for you that way," he teased, rubbing up against Zechs slowly, subtly.

Zechs looked vaguely unsatisfied by this suggestion. "I think I'll just stick to persuading you to get skin to skin," he murmured against Wufei's ear, giving the inside a light lick.

Just then, a door opened on the other side of the roof and they heard a female voice. "Zechs? Are you up here?"

The blond turned pale. "It's Professor Noin!" he hissed, grabbing Wufei's wrist and at the same time dumping him unceremoniously off his lap. "We have to hide! Let's get behind this ventilation duct!" He made a quick dive for it, pulling Wufei along as the sound of heeled shoes began to come near them.

It was hard for Wufei *not* to giggle; he felt like a six year old hiding from his kindergarten teacher! Then he saw *it*, though, and his eyes widened even as he tugged on Zechs's shirt sleeve.

Following the line of Wufei's gaze, Zechs spotted his poetry book, lying on the ground where it had tumbled during their kisses. His own eyes went wide and despite himself, he whispered, "Oh, sh-"

Fingers clamped down hard over his mouth, the urge to laugh tamped down even though Wufei pressed his lips to the back of his own hand and winked at the blond man. /Oh, we could be in so much trouble for this,/ he thought. /She's not going to be happy if we're caught!/ Zechs looked over at Wufei, eyes trying to convey every bit of agony he was feeling. The he looked back at the book.

/Maybe I can just grab it.../ Gently removing Wufei's hand, he began a slow combat creep on his belly towards the book, being sure to keep behind the ventilation duct as he did. The click of heels made him freeze for a moment, but then they stopped and headed in the other direction.

Wufei's breath was held deep in his chest, but as the air conditioner inside started to run, the ventilation duct began to blow out dusty air. His nose was beginning to tickle with the little particles in the air, and he reached up to clutch it tightly, eyes becoming huge.

Zechs's fingers were within inches of the book when the footsteps made an abrupt turn back in his direction. "Zechs?" the voice asked. "Are you up here?"

Instantly Zechs pulled his fingers back, wincing at the closeness of the voice. /Damn! I don't want her to find us up here! It's the roof -- we'll be trapped! We'll have to jump off just to get away from her!!/

Then he saw long, well-manicured fingers come down and caress the top of the book, before it was plucked from the ground. "Mmm... Blake. Now who do I know who's studying *Blake*..."

Both hands clamped tightly over his nose, Wufei prayed reverently. /Oh, don't let me sneeze, don't let me sneeze, I can't.../

"Ha-CHOO!"

/Oh, NO!!!/

Zechs looked over at him, wincing even more, and then dropped his head to his hands. The voice came again. "All right, Zechs -- stop playing little boy. I *know* you're up here -- ah *hah*!"

Zechs looked up to see Noin, craning over the ventilation duct and looking straight at him as he lay on his belly on the concrete.

"Hi... Dr. Noin," he said weakly.

"*Hello*," she replied in a silky voice, leaning casually over the duct and staring down at him. "And what are we doing down there on the ground, pray tell?"

At that moment, Wufei sniffled and leaned around the edge where he'd been sitting, plunked behind the larger part of the duct. "Studying, Dr. Noin," Wufei managed before sneezing again and then rubbing his nose. Oh, it *tickled*!

Zechs looked over at him and then back at Noin. "Right," he said, nodding, "studying. We were studying. Isn't that right, Wufei?"

A nod came in answer, despite the professor's suspicious gaze. "Studying Blake," Wufei agreed.

"I don't remember seeing you in my undergraduate poetry class this semester," Noin said to Wufei. "And I *am* the person who teaches Blake at this school." Zechs opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and then opened it again, looking over at Wufei. /C'mon, help me think of something.../ "He was helping *me*," he said finally. "Study, that is."

"Right!" Wufei agreed quickly. "I was just helping, Professor! You know, a, um, a sounding board, sort of." He decided right then that he was never taking another English class *ever*. He'd stick to history and art, because he'd be slaughtered in a class with that blazing-eyed woman.

Noin relaxed further over the duct -- nearly draped herself in fact -- and showed no signs of leaving. She continued to stare at Wufei. "Isn't it a little difficult to study with you over there and Zechs..." she turned her gaze down towards the blond again and smiled, "and Zechs sprawled over here?"

"Oh, well... I..." Zechs cast another I-can't-think-of-a-goddamn-thing-help-me looks at Wufei. "That is, uh..."

"I threw the book," Wufei said matter-of-factly, "because I was surprised to hear someone else up here." His heart was beating ninety-to-nothing, but he hoped she believed that!

"Yes," Zechs said confidently. "He was *very* surprised that someone else knew about this place... and I..." Zechs stopped speaking for a moment and realized that he needn't be lying there on his belly looking up at Noin, who definitely seemed to be ogling his ass. Quickly he stood. "I," he continued, "was just... retrieving the book."

He looked down at the offending volume of poetry in Noin's hands.

"Mmm hmm," she said, smiling more broadly at him. "Well, I must say, it gave me a different perspective on you, Zechs. Would you like it back?" She held out the book to him and as he took it her fingers brushed slowly over his. "I'm having a few people over for drinks next Friday after my last class. Care to come?"

"Uh..." Zechs was staring, trying to think of a way to turn down what other graduate students would see as a prime networking opportunity. Somehow, though, he had a hunch that networking wasn't really on Noin's mind.

By that point, Wufei was flushed a heated red and beginning to get downright *pissy*, professor or *no* professor. "We have to work next Friday, Zechs," Wufei 'reminded' him. "Don't forget."

"Oh, that's right! I completely forgot." Zechs cast Wufei a beaming smile and then tried to turn it into a look of mild disappointment when he turned back to Noin. "I'm *working* this Friday, otherwise I'd *love* to come, really. Maybe I can come to the next one you give?"

Noin was giving Wufei a somewhat icy look out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, sure. I'll be having at least three or four of these little get-togethers this semester. We can meet sometime when we both have our appointment books and you can pencil in the dates."

"Absolutely," Zechs said, nodding and smiling at her. /Just go, *please*!/

"Great," she murmured looking over at Wufei and smiling. "Well, are you coming downstairs?" "Uh, actually," Zechs said, "I'm going to do a bit more studying for the midterm. I'll see you later, though."

Wufei's jaw was set hard as he looked back at her. "And I'm going to stay right *here*," he managed to say without grating it out or yelling at her that Zechs belonged to him and she was to keep her hands *off*.

She gave him a cold look and then waved to Zechs. "All right then, see you later."

The blond man waved and smiled and when she had gone he turned around, leaned his back against the ventilation duct and slid to the ground, sighing loudly. "Thank you *so* much for saying that!!"

Wufei was clutching at his chest, though, looking a bit stricken. "Lord, Zechs, that woman's gonna find a way to eat me like chicken," he declared, shivering. "Whew!"

Zechs opened his eyes and stared at Wufei. "Chicken?" he said and then burst out laughing. "Oh, poor baby! Come over here -- Zechs'll kiss and make it all better!"

"Hurry," Wufei told him, crawling over to the other man. "I need some bolstering, just in case she comes back!"

"She'd better not!" Zechs purred, wrapping long arms around his lover. "I have plans for the next few minutes..." So saying he caught Wufei's mouth in a long, deep kiss.

"Mmmm..." Zechs was nuzzling his neck, growling with soft, pleasured sounds while his hands smoothed over Wufei's hips. "On the other hand, maybe she *should.* Then she might stop chasing me..."

"That would be nice," Wufei agreed, gasping a little as Zechs's hand slid between his legs, and his own hand returned the favor. "Oh, that's...!"

"Mmm... you're such a delicious distraction," Zechs murmured. "How am I going to pass my exams when all I can think of is you...?"

"We're going to fail," Wufei told him almost happily. "Oh, that feels good, Zechs!" he told his lover, fingers working at the blond's zipper before sliding inside underwear and everything to stroke him a bit roughly.

"Oh, *God*..." Zechs moaned softly, doing the same to Wufei's bottom. "Tell me why I shouldn't take you right here, right now. I need a reason not to... a *good* reason..."

"Be...cause she might come back," Wufei whispered against his lips, "and we don't want to get tossed out of school." It was hard not to grin. As much as he *wanted* Zechs, he also enjoyed the tease of not *having* him. Especially since he knew he could *have* him later....

Zechs nuzzled around to Wufei's ear and caught it gently between his teeth. "Then why are you teasing me like this, little boy?" he growled softly.

A shiver worked its way down Wufei's spine. "B..because it's really hot when you do that!" he gasped out, shuddering. "Do it again!" he demanded, hand now firmly stroking. Zechs bit down gently on the most tender part of the lobe before nuzzling around to the other ear and repeating the abuse. His own hands had gone to waistband of Wufei's jeans and had opened the button. Now, as he nibbled gently on his lover's ear and neck, he pushed the zipper of Wufei's fly half way down and found the cotton-covered head of the younger man's erection. His thumb moved instantly to cover it, and began rubbing it gently.

Unable to help himself, Wufei groaned aloud, head tilting back, eyes shutting tightly. "Zechs," he said hoarsely. "Oh, Zechs, that feels... just a little harder, Zechs!"

The zipper came down further and now Zechs was palming Wufei's length through the damp material, all the while biting softly and licking at the younger man's neck. "Want to fuck you," he breathed against Wufei's damp skin. "Want to push you down on top of it... make you take it all..."

"Don't say that," Wufei pleaded, shuddering. "If you say that, it just makes me want to do it.. Oh, *GOD*, Zechs, I wanna do it!" he sighed, his fingertips firm on the soft tip of Zechs's cock, spreading the slippery stuff that was leaking from the tip across it teasingly.

Zechs's hand were already inside Wufei's jeans, slowly pulling them down over his hips and then squeezing his buttocks firmly. He let go long enough to run his hand over his own weeping head and then probed between rounded cheeks and rubbed the wet finger over his lover's entrance. "Mine!" he whispered harshly against Wufei's throat. "Mine..."

"Ohhh!!! But... but... Oh, GOD! Oh, what if she... if she..." Not that Wufei cared if she came back; at that moment, all he cared about was the fact that he was rapidly getting naked with Zechs, the man he loved and adored beyond all things.

Now his pants and underwear were bunched around his knees and Zechs's finger slipped inside him just the slightest bit, pressing in and out slowly. The blond man leaned his head back against the metal duct and looked up at Wufei, expression dazed with pleasure, his other hand wrapping firmly around Wufei's shaft. A slight shift of his hips and he was nudging the younger man's bottom. "Take it," be whispered, nearly a plea. "Take it in all the way..."

The quiet sound of Wufei whining was all that was audible as his body shifted, hands moving up to caress over Zechs's chest even as he pushed down, feeling the hard, hot shaft probing at him and then pressing inside. "UNH!" It hurt, some, but not in a bad way -- indeed, it prompted him to push up Zechs's shirt, lean down and suck hard at the nipple there as he pressed himself all the way down, feeling downy balls resting against him when he finished. "Ooohhhh!"

"Ah, *God*!" Zechs hissed, the twin feelings of being engulfed by that tight heat and the hard suckle making him dizzy beyond belief. One hand went flat to the ground, acting as a brace while the fingers of the other pulled off the elastic band holding Wufei's hair back and then buried into that dark silk, pressing the smaller man's head closer.

Groaning, Wufei rocked slowly, tongue swirling over the pebble-hard flesh before capturing it between his teeth and nibbling just a bit, suckling in apology afterwards. His other hand moved up, taking its mate between fingers and twirling slightly as he pulled back and sent a wash of cool breath over the saliva-slick nipple.

With a long, low growl, Zechs pulled Wufei up by his shoulders until they were face to face. he buried the fingers of one hand in that dark tangle of hair, rubbing his thumb coarsely over Wufei's lips. "You drive me to madness," he said in a panted whisper, staring hard into night-black eyes. "So use me... I'm yours."

Almost savagely, Wufei leaned forward and kissed him, stealing his mouth with an abandoned pleasure as he rose up on his knees, the feel of Zechs inside of him leaving him utterly and completely wanton. "I want you," he whispered between kisses, beginning a steady rise and fall. "I love you, and I want you, so much. Oh, God, please, Zechs!"

"No, love..." Zechs murmured, eyes half closed in bliss, "*I'm* the one who's begging this time... in chains before you, begging for the feel of you... God, let me be your slave... your toy..."

"Yes," Wufei groaned, shuddering. The sounds of those words, sweet, exquisite, so terribly *HOT*... "Ahhh, Zechs!"

Zechs's grasp around Wufei was slick now and his hand slid up and down like silk over the hardened shaft. He worked the younger man in perfect time with Wufei's movements, keeping his eyes on his lover's face and feeling carried away by the sheer pleasure he saw there. Tightened muscles grasped him and he felt his pulse quicken as he neared the edge. "Love, love..."

"I'm going..." Wufei panted out, clenching around him with each deep thrust even as his hands caressed and plucked over Zechs's nipples. "I'm going, I'm going, I'm, oh, GOD, YES!"

Zechs watched Wufei fall over the edge and then, letting his lover's tight heat carry him, tumbled over after, letting out a long, breathy moan as he filled the man above him. As with every time they'd been together, Zechs felt that brief blurring when for an aching moment he wasn't sure where his body ended and Wufei's began. It was simply all pleasure.

Panting for breath, Wufei clung to him, eyes closed, mind fogged, until he just couldn't stand the heat anymore. "'m gonna sweat to death," he mumbled, still not quite willing to pull away or feel Zechs come out of him.

Zechs laughed softly and pushed his chest and shoulders back a bit. He could look at Wufei that way, cool them both off, and still stay deep inside of him. "Look at you," he murmured, gaze heated and appreciative, "some little bronzed god come to steal my soul..."

Leaning forward, Wufei stole a quick kiss. "A well-matched pair, I'd say," he murmured with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Oh, I'd have to agree with you on that one," Zechs said, smiling broadly up at his dark-eyed lover. "You were *made* for me... a perfect fit." With this, he gave a little nudge upwards to remind Wufei he was still impaled.

"Huuuuhhhh..." Wufei breathed out, erection twitching to life again. "You tryin' to kill me? In this heat? Oh, Lord, I wouldn't mind it if you did..."

They'd been like that for days; every free moment spent in bed or in kissing or just about anything else they could get away with it, to tell the God's honest truth, and Wufei had loved every last minute of it, just as much as he loved Zechs.

Slowly, Zechs sat up, pushing Wufei backwards until the younger man lay flat on the ground and Zechs was atop him, propped on his hands. "Why can't I get enough of you?" he asked softly. "When I'm with you, the only thing I want to do is touch you and kiss you and fuck you... and when I'm not with you, I imagine doing those things, over and over. I can't study, I can't work..." He shook his head, looking away for a moment and then suddenly looked back into Wufei's eyes. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to look like a vision of stern moral rectitude when you're hard as iron imagining pinning your lover to the bed?" He stopped talking abruptly and had to laugh.

"Try feeding the goats," Wufei replied in dazed fashion, shivering with more than a little delight. "Or having to go back to the room with Mueller there to fetch clothes..." Not that he'd slept in his own bed often lately, and he couldn't remember when last he'd seen Sally, though he didn't really think much about it. He'd left her a note, after all, and she'd left one for him wanting to talk, only... well, when there was Zechs, what else did you have time for? "I think you look really hot up there, with you an' all o' your 'moral rec...titude'," came the reply with what was damned near a grin.

Zechs leaned down and bit lightly at Wufei's ear. "Yes, well," he said voice deep and a bit husky, "someone has to keep an eye on the sinners, you know." He pressed forward into Wufei, long shaft hardened again. "Especially little boys who let their pants be taken down by their teachers..."

A short gasp signified the better seating Wufei had gained as he whispered, "Oh, I'm definitely bad. Very bad. A sinner for all times. Mmmm, are you going to do that again?"

"Oh, yes," Zechs murmured. He pressed forward again, as deep as he could but with agonizing slowness, aiming for that tender nub a short way in and rubbing his entire length against it as he thrust in. "I'm going to do it until you *beg* for mercy..."

"Ooooooooooooohh!!!!" Wufei managed to get out, head dropping back. "Ooooh... won't.. can't.. oh, can't think, fuck, oh, God, beg? I can beg... oh, God...!"

"Then do it, little god... beg me..."

Zechs's rhythm was slow but merciless in its steady pounding. No matter how Wufei writhed, impaled on the blond man's shaft, he was invaded, again and again, and each time that sweet spot inside was pressed and rubbed.

It started as a whimper, steady and low, but with each motion, it grew louder. Wufei's back was arched and it almost seemed to pour out into the sky, a steady chant built up from the tension coiling in his belly and between his legs. "...please, Zechs, please Zechs, please, Zechs, *please* Zechs, *PLEASE*, ZECHS!"

"God, I love to hear you say that," Zechs nearly purred. Then he took Wufei's dripping erection in one hand and began to stroke it in time to his own rhythm. "Now, love... come for me..."

"Oh...oh...OHHH!!!" It was a panted breath in time with every stroke, and Wufei's brain had turned to mushy goo, he knew, because all he could think about was his cock and the way Zechs's felt inside of him, even as he cried out and came again, spurting thick white liquid all over Zechs's belly.

With a long, husky growl, Zechs wrapped his arms completely around Wufei and held him in place while he pumped seed into the younger man. The intensity of it was enough to make him dizzy and for a long moment he held his lover perfectly still, panting softly into the delicate shell of Wufei's ear, forehead nuzzled against the other man's cheek. "Oh, *stars*, I love you!" he finally whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm," Wufei managed to answer dazedly, turning his face and catching Zechs's mouth to kiss him, long and slow and utterly pleasurable.

They continued for awhile and then Zechs pulled back gently. "We should probably get dressed before the James Joyce reading group comes up at 4:30..."

"Wha' time's it now?"

"Uh... 4:25."

Those words brought Wufei to life, a gasp spilling from him as he straightened entirely. "We've got to get dressed before we get caught naked up here!" Not that being naked was bad, well, unless you got caught, and unless you got caught by a *professor*...

Zechs laughed and hauled them both to their feet. "Well, I suppose since they're Joyceians they wouldn't find it that strange, but still, there is your reputation to protect." He gave Wufei a wink and began to put himself back together.

With that, Wufei flung his arms about Zechs and gave him a kiss to keep him hot. "Mmmmmmm, who cares?" he teased, even as he shimmied his jeans back into position.

"Mmmm..." Zechs joined in enthusiastically, sliding his hands over Wufei's hips. "You wouldn't want your roommate hearing rumors, would you?" he murmured between kisses.

"He already knows," Wufei said, squirming a little, "he just doesn't want to see 'any of that gross stuff'."

Zechs gave his lover's bottom a squeeze. "I really *do* have to meet him," he murmured against's Wufei's lips. "I'd love to give him the Viking Face."

Heaving a deep sigh, Wufei kissed Zechs one last time. "I'm out of class for the afternoon," he said, "and I got tonight off, since it's Halloween..."

"I have it off, too," the tall blond said, smiling. "Got any plans for the evening?"

"Wee~eell," Wufei said, "I was hoping that a certain blond I know might be interested in Viking games. You know the kind I mean... ravaging and pillaging, pillaging and ravaging! Or at least maybe the costume party over at Blue Butterfly...." That was the local gay dance club, and on a night like Halloween, it was sure to be entertaining! "I believe," Zechs said in mock seriousness, "that it was common practice among the Vikings to do a bit of ravaging and pillaging and then get drunk on grog to give themselves the courage to do more ravaging and pillaging." His expression turned sly and he bent down to nip at Wufei's ear and whisper, "What do you say to a bit of ravaging at my house, going the party afterward, and then coming back for pillaging?"

"That sounds really good," Wufei managed to warble out, eyes crossing and knees going weak. "Really, really good..."

"Zechs? Is that you?"

The tall blond straightened up and looked back over his shoulder. Four students had come through the doorway and were standing and looking at them both, all of them with raised eyebrows.

"Hey -- Dennis," Zechs said. "We were... just leaving." He looked down at Wufei and nodded his head towards the door.

One of the female students grinned, a hand going up to wave slightly. "Oh, no need to leave because of *us*," she noted. "You're *more* than welcome to stay!"

Wufei was already grabbing up their books, though, face giving away a definite flush. "Uh...."

Another woman was smiling knowingly, while the fourth man eyed them both suspiciously.

"Zechs," Dennis said in a mildly surprised voice, "you're more complicated than I *thought* you were! Who's your friend?"

The tall blond frowned slightly at the tone of the other man's voice but looked at Wufei and then deliberately reversed the order of the introductions. "Wufei, this is Dennis Reilly, the head of the Joyceian Society on campus. Dennis, this is Wufei Chang. He's studying history and art."

"Hi," Wufei said shyly, shaking the other man's hand.

"Well, we don't mind if you stay," the first woman told them, winking at Zechs in a decidedly non-flirtatious manner. "We're always glad to have more insight, you know. And a different perspective might be nice."

"Thanks, Jen," Zechs said, smiling a bit weakly at her. "Maybe we'll take you up on it sometime, but we... have a party to get ready for. You know -- Halloween and all that."

At that moment the door opened again and a tall, middle aged man with somewhat wild, curly dark hair strode out onto the roof and straight through the group of them standing there. "Come, come!" he called out firmly, "'Dubliners' awaits!"

And *that*, Wufei decided, was his cue to get out of there.

Noticing that Wufei was practically *running* down the stairs, Zechs waved goodbye to the other students, leaving them to their worship of all things Joyce and took the stairs two at a time to catch up with his lover. They were at the bottom of the stairwell when they finally *did* meet up and Zechs barely managed to catch one, slender arm before Wufei would have left the building entirely. "Hey, hey -- what's the hurry? I'm an old man, remember?"

Grinning sheepishly, Wufei looked at him. "YOU didn't find that guy a little scary?" he teased. "And if you're old...." He trailed off into silence, looking Zechs up and down. "Hm, I hope *I* look that good when *I'm* an old man!"

"Professor McGowan's not scary," Zechs said, giving Wufei a quick kiss while the stairwell was deserted. "He's just... passionately distracted much of the time -- like *any* good English prof should be." He smiled then and wriggled his eyebrows at the smaller man. "Now, how about we go back to my place and get in some quality ravage time. We can order some Thai to be delivered and then go to the party to regain our strength?"

"That sounds...perfect," Wufei told him, leaning up on his toes and kissing Zechs again. "Let's go!"

The roof had been fun, but bed had been so much better and now the two men lay next to each other, exhausted.

"I think I may have enough energy to pick up the phone," Zechs murmured in lazy bliss. "Anything special you want?"

"Hmmmmm." That took serious thought, and Wufei was barely coherent just yet. "Grilled gai yang sounds good, and maybe something sweet for dessert. And see if they have any plum wine?"

As he reached for the phone, Zechs gave a soft chuckle. "Well you certainly know what you want, don't you," he said, and punched in the number, falling back onto the pillows after he did.

Just then, the doorbell rang several times in succession and they could hear young, excited voices shouting, "Trick or treeeeeeeeeat!!!!"

The call was answered and Zechs gave Wufei a helpless shrug as he began to give their order.

With a laugh, Wufei staggered out of bed, stealing the sheet from it while Zechs couldn't protest and wrapping it around himself quickly to resemble a toga, despite the fact that it was made out of sea foam green silk. He knew there was a big bowl of candy by the door, so he headed straight there, completely barefoot, and opened the door.

As it swung inward, a group of children, ranging from toddler to sulky preadolescent again shouted "Trick or treeeeeat!!" and then stop in mid-yell to stare at the young man before them. He *was* quite a sight -- glossy, black hair mussed from sex, a flush still visible on the caramel colored skin of his cheeks, the silky green fabric clinging to him.

"Maybe we should go," one of the mothers, hidden in back of the motley group, said softly.

That flush increased a little. "Um... Have some candy?" he offered, trying not to grin. "It's no problem. Really." Small hands surged forward and grabbed handfuls of candy, despite their parents' pleas to take only one. They were halfway down the porch steps before they said a reluctant, "Thank you," already eager to get to the next candy stop.

Unable to stop himself, Wufei laughed to himself once the door was shut and he leaned against it with a silly smile on his face. "Guess I might as well get in costume now," he murmured to himself, shaking his head. Hm, that had been so much fun, though!

Standing up, he headed back towards the bedroom only to hear the doorbell ringing again. "Well, damn."

When he opened the door, two boys, no older than 12, both dressed as the grim reaper and trying to look cool by wearing bored expressions on their faces. They eyed Wufei for a moment then one of them said, "What are *you* supposed to be, the little mermaid?"

"Yeah," Wufei told him, "that's it. Did you know that mermaids lure sailors to their deaths and eat their flesh?"

The boy who had made the wisecrack paled a bit but his friend grinned. "Cool! I never knew that! Oh, trick or treat."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Wufei gave each of them a handful of chocolate candy. "Don't eat it all at once," he told them, knowing they would.

The door was almost closed when he heard footsteps coming up the porch again. They belonged, he found when he opened the door yet again, to a group of five college-aged girls, all dressed as Barbie. They began whooping and making appreciative sounds when they saw Wufei.

"Girls, I think we just found the costume award winner for the evening!" the one in the middle front called, trailing her eyes over Wufei's body.

The urge to shut the door in their faces was utterly tremendous, but he somehow resisted it. "Um... have some candy?" he asked almost tentatively.

"How *much* can we have, sweetheart?" flirted one of the Barbies.

"Does it have to be the candy in the bowl, or any candy we see?" chimed in another, which caused the group to being hooting loudly again. The girl in the middle gave Wufei a lecherous wink.

Then, from the hallway, Zechs's deep voice called, "Wufei, what *are* you doing?"

That brought an even deeper blush in response to the giggles given by the Barbies. "Um, I'm handing out candy?" he asked, quickly flinging some of the stuff in the girls' bags. "Sorry-I-have-to-go-now!" he said quickly, shutting the door in their faces. "Whew."

"Serves you right for answering the door in a bedsheet," Zechs said, grinning as he lounged against the wall with his arms folded in front of him. "Our Thai will be here in thirty minutes." The disgruntled expression on Wufei's face wasn't really indicative of what he felt -- it was more of a way to tease Zechs, really. "Did you know two twelve year olds asked me if I was a *mermaid*? And those girls...!" A shudder rippled down his spine just before he launched himself towards Zechs, taking him all the way to the door and kissing him hard, just about to discard the sheet....

....when the doorbell rang.

"*I'll* get it this time," Zechs murmured. "At least I have what would pass for shorts on." He indicated some loose boxers he was wearing and reluctantly pulling away from Wufei. Opening the door he was momentarily stunned when he found himself face to face with the five girls who had just been giving Wufei the eye.

"Uh... Happy Halloween -- again," he stammered.

"It's Ken and he's naked!" one Barbie hollered.

"We oughta come back to this one more often," another grinned.

"I... I'm not naked!" Zechs retorted with some alarm, worrying about his neighbors. "Is there something you ladies missed the first time around?"

"Yeah, sugar-buns missed out on some of our candy," the first declared, still grinning and taking in the sight, ignoring the loud squawk behind Zechs.

"Shut the door!" Wufei hissed, tossing more candy at them from around Zechs.

The tall blond man murmured in a deep, silky voice, "The Master says I have to go. Good night, ladies." Then he winked at them and shut the door.

"Zechs!!!" Well, Wufei didn't mind that, in fact, it sort of made him want to jump the tall blond again, but they really needed baths and the food was coming, so it made it an unlikely occurrence that they'd have *time* for screwing around, to put it indelicately.

"What?" the tall man asked. "You don't have master/slave fantasies? How boring -- we'll have to educate you..." He started off down the hall and when he reached the bathroom door, flipped his hair back over his shoulder and did his best to look seductive. "Shall we clean each other up?"

"You're a bad man," Wufei told him, hurrying after Zechs with the sheet still wrapped around him. "I really like that about you, you know."

"Mmmm, you do, do you? Well, tell you what. There's this shower in back that's practically calling our names...."

Twenty minutes later, they were bathed and dry, though they both still had wet hair, and Wufei was looking at the costumes Zechs had laid out on the bed. "So we're going to be pirates," he said with amusement. "I'll make a *good* pirate. You will, too, for that matter," he smirked.

"Mmm... think so?" Zechs murmured, picking up his poet shirt and putting it on. "I'll just leave the buttons undone and tuck it into my pants..." He got them on and then pulled long, black leather boots over them and stood up."What do you think?" he asked.

"I think we ought to stay *home*," Wufei told him frankly, eyeing him steadily. "I'm not going to look nearly *that* good, and I think I might have the energy to pillage you once we *eat*."

Zechs gave him a smirk. "And I haven't even put in the earring yet," he said. "But we have to go -- who's idea was this, anyway, hmm? Now show me what you're going to wear."

The doorbell rang just then, though, and Wufei grinned at him, clutching his bag. "Huh-uh. You go get the food. *THEN*, I'll show you."

Obediently, Zechs trudged to the door and accepted a large bag from the smiling man on the other side. Carrying it to the kitchen table he took out two boxes of fragrant rice, gai pang, Thai noodles, chicken satay, and a bottle of plum wine. Another bag he left untouched.

"Sweetheart," he called, "dinner's ready!" Then he turned to the cabinets for plates and cups.

"Coming!" Wufei shouted back, and his footsteps were shortly heard hurrying down the hall. When he reached the kitchen, Zechs looked up, and he *definitely* liked what he saw: tight black leather pants gripped every inch of his lover from ankle to waist, one of his own poet's shirts deftly snitched for the evening. A red sash adorned Wufei's waist and his hair was only partially held back by the black bandanna on top of his head that was accompanied by an eyepatch. "How's this?"

Zechs gave him an appreciative, if rather devilish, look. "You look absolutely ravishable -- I mean *ravishing*. Come over here and kiss me, Captain."

"I get to be the captain?" Wufei asked, striding forward to straddle Zechs's lap, though it *was* a little weird-feeling in those leather pants. "That must make you my first *mate* then, hmmm?"

"I damn well *better* get to be first when it comes to mates, that's all I have to say!" Zechs said firmly and pulled Wufei in for a long, long kiss. When they finally broke apart, he gestured to the table. "May I tempt you with some delicacies, sir?" he murmured, nibbling on ear. "We've got sweet sticky rice with mango for dessert..."

"Fooo~ood!" Wufei told him, abandoning him momentarily to peer at supper. "I'm starving!"

Zechs looked bemused and began filling their plates. "You're *always* starving for *something* -- whether it's food or... something else. Here -- have a plate."

Staying right where he was -- namely, putting Zechs's legs to sleep -- Wufei began eating, occasionally sharing a piece of his supper with Zechs. "Tonight should be fun," he decided, nuzzling momentarily at Zechs's lips. "I'll play designated driver, I guess..."

Giving up on the idea of having his own plate, Zechs grabbed a fork and began eating from the box of Thai noodles. "Umm... could you open that other bag?" he said, trying not to spit noodles. "I got some Thai iced tea." Wufei laid his plate down long enough to break into the bag and drag out the remaining containers (tea and the sweet rice with mango) before going back to eating. "Mine," he told Zechs, feeding him another bite and letting him swallow before nuzzling at his lips. "You're all mine. Got that? I'd print it on your forehead if I thought it'd do any good."

"What do you mean, 'do any good?'" Zechs said in mock offense before taking a long gulp of tea.

"Even with 'I Belong To Chang Wufei' on your forehead in big blue letters, I don't think that'd stop Professor Noin," Wufei said frankly.

"Oh, her -- well, it might be time I just come out and tell her that I'm gay. Any repercussions have *got* to be better than being chased." He shivered slightly and then added, "Those looks she gives me are downright *predatory.*"

"So're the ones *I* give you!" Wufei leered.

Zechs reached up and nuzzled his nose against Wufei's. "Then you're obviously my preferred predator," he murmured.

"Meow," Wufei told him with a little laugh, teasing him by rubbing back, careful not to spill the food between them. "Nobody here but us pussycats."

"Yes," the blond breathed, giving Wufei little nipping kisses, "we'll have to try that someday -- kitty style..."

"I get to be the tomcat," he was informed as Wufei gave him a last lingering kiss before going back to feeding him again.

"Hmmm..." The blond frowned as he chewed. "You won't be a tomcat tonight at the bar, will you?" he said around the noodles. "I'll howl very unpleasantly if you are."

Wufei leaned over and kissed him again, despite his mouthful of noodles, bussing his lips only faintly. "Your own *personal* tomcat. How's that?"

The blond made a low purring noise and continued eating. When he'd finished, he looked Wufei up and down. "I need to look at least as good as you -- what else can I use? What would make me look First Mate-ish?"

"Maybe a gold earring?" Wufei leered, fondling a lobe. "We could stop someplace and get you one of those clip-on kinds, or maybe the magnet types! And maybe we can bandanna *your* head, too, but I like it better like it is."

"I've got an earring I can use and there's always... this..." He lifted a hand and slid it inside his shirt, slowly pushing it down over one shoulder. "You like?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

THAT gained a sudden throbbing reaction from Wufei, one that wasn't entirely comfortable considering his pants. "Oh, I LIKE..." he sighed.

"So," the blond said, grabbing a last gulp of tea, "do we eat dessert now or after we come back?"

"That depends," Wufei told him. "Do I get to eat it off of you if we save it 'til we come back?"

Zechs smiled at him. "I'm *always* willing to get sticky with you," he breathed into Wufei's ear, pressing a soft kiss behind it. "So, shall we head out?"

"I guess," his black-haired lover sighed, almost purring. "Might as well. If we can avoid the trick-or-treaters..." The doorbell had rung twice while they were showering, and they'd ignored it.

"We'll turn the lights off," Zechs replied, standing up and depositing Wufei on his feet. "Hopefully they'll get the hint." He took the keys off the hook by the door and tossed them to his lover. "You designated driver tonight?"

"I volunteered, didn't I?" Wufei teased. "Besides, they give you free cokes if you do, so that's cool. *And* I can wield off all of your undoubtedly numerous admirers," he winked.

"Oh, I think *you* may be the one with numerous admirers," Zechs said, eyeing Wufei up and down. He crossed to the door and held it open. "After you, dear Captain."

Grinning, Wufei headed out onto the porch and from there to the car.

Tonight was going to be a blast!

When they got downtown, turning through confused and winding street after confused and winding street to get there, the Blue Butterfly was obviously already well on its way to celebrating Halloween. Cars filled the parking spaces down the sidewalks and Wufei ended up parking nearly a block away in front of one of the burbling fountains that dotted the downtown area. When they got out, they could hear the steady thud from inside already.

"You ready to go in?" Wufei teased as they walked down the sidewalk. "It's not too late to save your ears."

"I'll follow you anywhere -- sir." Zechs gave him a devilish wink and then added, "Lead on."

The front of the club looked fairly innocent -- dark tinted glass doors and a large glass window with a huge blue butterfly painted on it was the most indication that it was a club, let alone a gay club. Pulling open the door, they stepped in and paid the tall bulky woman standing at the door, which earned Zechs a green wrist band and, after a few words, earned Wufei a yellow one with little cars stamped on it. From there, they wandered through the foyer and into the actual club.

It was already filled with smoke and the music was enough to send you deaf -- eighties dance music, Wufei noted, which shouldn't have been a surprise since there was a big poster to his left reading, 'Friday: Eighties Night & Halloween! Come one, come all... just come!' *Quite* suggestive, that. The dance floor was already occupied, more than a few costumed revelers already present. "Want to find someplace to sit?" Wufei suggested loudly.

"Sure -- if you think it's humanly possible," Zechs shouted back. "Should I get drinks or will someone take our order?"

"The bar!" Wufei called, pointing in that direction. There were stools there, and several tables, as well as risers full of benches for when the floor-show started.

Zechs nodded and began to wade through the crowd, feeling like a salmon swimming upstream, only sometimes the stream reversed and he got pushed *towards* his goal. When he finally arrived, he had the luck of landing smack in front of an open bartender. Smiling weakly at the man, he ordered a vodka & tonic and a designated driver coke.

"Well aren't *you* just cute," the redhead almost purred, leaning across to give the Coke *first*. "Hmmmmmmm, and I'll bet you aren't here alone, either. Le sigh. My life is such a terrible tragedy!" he noted, beginning the drink. "I'm Aburatsubo, by the way. *Do* came back to me if you need something, you darling cute man!"

"Thanks," Zechs said smoothly, handing over his money. "That's very kind of you. You're a beacon of southern hospitality in this overcrowded chaos."

/Hospitality nothing,/ the bartender thought, exchanging money for drink and winking. "Sure thing. You just come right back to me, all right?"

Inclining his head and then lifting his drink to the young man, Zechs murmured, "I'll make it point to do just that," and then headed out to see where Wufei had gone. There seemed to be attractive men everywhere, many of them rubbing against him in the crowd. /No one should be going home alone tonight.../

When he found Wufei, he was sitting at a table with a cute fellow with seaweed green hair dressed in what looked to Zechs to be some sort of martial arts outfit. The conversation couldn't be heard 'til he was right up on them, but when he *did* hear it, it was almost laughable.

"....and THAT'S when *I* told him that if he was going to keep screwing around with that white-haired slut Akio, he could just do *without* my little piece of ass!" Saionji declared almost huffily, waving his cigarette around as he spoke.

"And I don't *blame* you!" Wufei shouted back, smiling as he saw Zechs. "Zechs! Oh, oh, Saionji! Meet Zechs. Zechs is my..."

"YOU'RE the one we've heard so much about! Well, not heard about, exactly, but more or less. Sal is all full of how 'her baby' has 'left the cradle'!" the pale man said, rolling amethyst eyes.

"'Sal'?" Zechs said, not quite knowing what to make of the somewhat flaming man. "Oh, you must mean Sally -- I didn't know she talked about the two of us." He handed Wufei his coke and sat down next to him. "How do you two know each other?"

"I'm an art major," Saionji said confidingly despite the sudden loud boom of Duran Duran that started up. "And since our little *Wufei* is a double major, well, it was just inevitable. TOUGA," he said, "is psychology. You'll probably meet him later. You *sound* like him, for that matter," he said suspiciously, "at least, your voice does!" "Is that bad?" Zechs asked the green-haired man warily. "Who *is* Touga, by the way?"

"That," a deep voice replied from right next to his ear, "would be *me*."

Zechs jumped a bit before turning to see a beautiful man with sharp features and long, red hair no more than two inches from his face. Holding his gaze, Zechs said plainly, "Nice to meet you, but frankly I don't think we sound a bit alike, do you?"

"Oh, no worries," Touga told him airily even as he winked at Zechs, settling into a chair beside him. "Saionji's paranoid, you know."

"HEY!"

"And," Touga continued, "I got rid of Akio, thank you *very* much. He was in love with someone else, and you *know* I adore you, Sai, so don't be a goose."

As the two began to bicker, Wufei shrugged and moved his chair closer to Zechs's, grinning a bit. "No worries. It's normal!"

"Normal, huh?" Zechs asked quietly, pressing his thigh against Wufei's under the table. "So they do this all the time?"

"Like cats and dogs," Wufei promised him, leaning over to nibble at his ear. "Hey, you wanna dance?"

"I would love to dance," Zechs purred, catching Wufei's mouth in a deep kiss. He stood up and offered and hand to his lover just as "Hot, Hot, Hot" began pulsing from the speakers.

"Oooo!" Wufei said with a laugh, following Zechs quickly out onto the floor. "I remember this one!"

There were already quite a few dancers around them, having what was apparently the times of their lives. Some of them looked as if they knew how to dance, some of them looked as if they couldn't dance even if their lives depended on it, but *all* of them looked like they were having one helluva good time.

Wufei turned out to be one of the ones who could dance.

Zechs simply watched him in admiration for a moment, then began to move in time to his lover's moves. Despite the fact that he was male *and* white, he actually knew how to dance fairly well, thanks to an older sister who didn't mind giving her kid brother some lessons. He slid over to Wufei, moving his hips in a slow, sinuous motion, almost touching the smaller man, but not quite.

From across the room, a pair of men sat at a table and stared at the two of them, hungrily. One, a tall, slim blond, much like Zechs, gave Wufei a sultry stare while the other, shorter, darker with unruly black hair, had his eyes locked on Zechs's crotch, moving up now and then to watch his face, but inevitably sliding downwards again.

"Well, well," the blond said slowly, damned near purring. "Isn't *that* just delicious." The dark-haired young man was nearly out of his seat. "More than delicious... I wonder how big..."

"VERY big," Iason said with a sigh. "All blonds are big. I told you that. You *really* ought to believe me. Intending to go over there?" There was an almost jealous gleam in the man's eyes, an expression of ownership on his face. He didn't mind sharing his lovely dark pet, and the way he looked clad so tightly in butter-soft leather was too delicious for him to begrudge the way that others looked at him... *Still*...

Zechs and Wufei had finally made contact and were moving and pressing against each other in a slow, burning rhythm. Zechs had his hands on Wufei's hips, sliding over them and moving up to his belly and back every now and then, completely oblivious to the stares from across the room.

Riki's tongue darted out, moistening his upper lip as he stood fully. "I'm definitely going over there. He looks like he has a taste for dark things. Maybe he'll like something a bit *bigger* than what he's got."

"Yes, you do that, pet," Iason drawled. "Then send that pretty little boy over to me... There's a room at the back I'd like to take him to..."

Lord, his master was such a *perv*! Not that Riki didn't like that and, for that matter, not that he wouldn't want to watch. "I'll be back," he said, licking his upper lip again before heading out onto the dance floor.

"You look so good..." Zechs whispered as he pulled Wufei close. "I love the way you move."

Across the room, Iason was thinking almost identical thoughts.

"May I cut in?"

The voice was decidedly firm, and very smooth, and Wufei blinked as he looked up into eyes as dark as his own and a face that held something of a smirk on it. "Um..."

"YOU can go over there and sit with my Master. He's waiting for you," Riki told Wufei a bit condescendingly.

Zechs was so surprised that he stopped, frozen where he was, and his mouth dropped open. "Uh... I.. 'cut in?'" He looked at the dark-haired man in bewilderment. "Do people actually do that here?"

"I do," Riki said, "so it doesn't really matter if anyone else does or not."

"It does, too, because you can't cut in!" Wufei said, finally getting his tongue back. "Go back to your own blond! This one is *mine*!"

"I'll thank you not to speak to my pet that way," said a deep voice behind Wufei. "Is there a problem Riki?" A man that could have been Zechs's twin stared down on Wufei and his pet, eyes flickering to Zechs then dismissing him. He laid a hand on Wufei's shoulder. "Come now, love -- everyone likes a change now and then. What do you say to you and I getting better acquainted while Riki gets a little quality time with your friend?"

Zechs was staring openly at the man. "*Excuse* me?"

Iason's lips were curling in amusement. "I promise I'll have him back to you by the end of the evening..."

"If you *want* him back, after me," Riki purred, practically attaching himself to Zechs.

"HEY!" Wufei cried. Dammit, there were forty other people dancing, and nobody was even noticing what was going on. "You get your hands off!!!"

"Yes," Zechs said, prying the dark-haired man's hands from his chest. "As the man said -- hands off." He then turned the smirking Riki around to face his 'owner' and, much as he hated having to bring it out, put on his Viking Face and gave Iason the full force of it. "Let's get one thing straight," he said calmly. "*This one*" he said, pushing Riki to him, "is *yours*, and *he*," he added pulling Wufei into his arms, "is part of a joint venture that happens to included him and myself. Shall we go finish our drinks, Wufei?"

Iason raised a blond eyebrow in great offense. "Your loss, old man," he said clearly.

"And so there," Wufei said, poking out his tongue at Riki.

"Just don't expect me to be nice to you the next time," the other dark-haired man growled as Iason pulled him away, flinging hot darts straight at Wufei, who was already looking at Zechs with absolute stars in his eyes.

The Viking Face *really* made him hot!

"Wow, you're sexy," he sighed happily. "Even when you do that. No... ESPECIALLY when you do that!"

"You think so?" Zechs said, looking down at him and laughing as they fought their way back to the table.

"I *know* so," Wufei told him fervently, eyeing Zechs's butt as the blond man stepped ahead of him to wend his way through the tables. Oh, life was *GOOD*! And apparently their friends at the table thought so, too, since they'd gone from arguing to making out. "Oh, my."

Zechs folded his arms in front of him a bemused smile on his face. "Do we find another table or tell *them* to get a hotel room?"

"Um...let's at least get our drinks," Wufei said, halfway between shock and laughter. "Maybe we *should* tell 'em to get a room...."

"Oh, YES!!!!"

Zechs's and Wufei's eyes went wide and the looked at each other in unison. "How about we find somewhere else to sit," Zechs suggested cautiously. "It might get sticky here." And with that, he picked up his drink, grabbed Wufei's hand and headed into the crowd.

To say that Wufei was having a good time would have been an understatement. Wufei was having an *incredible* time, and all because he was out with Zechs! It wasn't long before they were ensconced on the first set of risers just off the dance floor, and Wufei was kissing him, just because he couldn't stand it anymore. It was hard to resist the atmosphere, Zechs found himself thinking. It was dimly lit, and crowded, giving a sense of anonymity -- that anything could be done and no one was likely to see much of it, or if they did, you got the feeling, they would probably just cheer you on.

So he kissed back, with growing desire, loving the feel of Wufei's silky hair between his fingers, and the warm, sweet taste of his mouth. "I love you," he whispered against those lips. "Want you so much..."

"When we go home," Wufei promised, enjoying the touch of those soft lips so much. There was something wonderful about being kissed in front of God and everybody, so to speak, something even *more* than wonderful, and his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest -- Zechs had that effect on him. "Oh, yes, then..."

"Hmmm, yes, *then*..." Zechs trailed off and nuzzled down to Wufei's throat, suckling softly at it and reaching into the loose white shirt to graze a tempting nipple.

"Wufei! What are you doing here toni... OH!"

A tall, slender young man stood in front of them. His eyes were deep green in color and long brown bangs nearly covered one eye as he stared at first at Wufei, then at Zechs, apparently in shock. "Wufei..."

Lips just barely parted from Zechs's, black eyes moved up in equal surprise before narrowing. "Trowa! And I see you have your bimbo with you..."

"I am *not* a bimbo!" the young man dressed as an angel declared.

"Wufei..." Zechs said, more than a little surprised that the pliant sex-kitten in his arms had turned to hissing at passing strangers.

"I won't let you talk about Quatre that way," Trowa said, his voice quiet but firm. "You don't know anything about him, so if I were you, I'd keep quiet."

Quatre stared at Wufei, completely taken aback, "Why do you think I'm a bimbo?" he asked the dark-haired man. "Because I'm blond? 'Cause if so," and here he glanced at Zechs, "*he* must be a lot worse than me."

"I beg your *pardon*?" Zechs said. "Wufei," he said, turning to his lover, "who are these people and why are we all insulting each other?"

"This," Wufei answered with a fair bit of repressed anger, "is my ex-boyfriend and the twit he was screwing before he got up the balls to tell me it was over." Not that Wufei wasn't *glad* that it was over, but he was still pissed off about it. Trowa was *screwing* that.... that... little...! Oh, he couldn't think of a bad enough word right off-hand, at least, nothing that made any sense!

A deep red flush covered Quatre's face at that, and he looked up at Trowa pleadingly as if to say, 'Don't let him say that!'

"Well, what if I was?" Trowa said, still icily calm. "I have a right to be in a relationship with anyone I please. Who are *you* to tell me otherwise?"

"At the time, the person you *claimed* to love! You don't do that to somebody you love, Trowa! Just wait," Wufei told the little blond with a firm frown, "he'll do it to you, too. And when he does, I'll feel *very* sorry for you!"

Quatre's eyes were great, sorrowful things as he looked at Wufei. "Trowa would *never* do something like that to me. Would you, Trowa?" He shifted his gaze to the taller boy at his side, eyes pleading.

"Of course not," Trowa said slowly, his gaze still riveted on Wufei. "Just because you couldn't keep me interested, Wufei, doesn't mean Quatre can't..."

The gasp that Wufei gave was almost audible, eyes flaring wide. /How *could* he!/ They'd been boyfriends forever, since Wufei had barely been fifteen! How *could* he say such a thing! Distinctly hurt expression turned to Zechs, Wufei's anger fizzling out. /I wonder if I bore him, too... but no! No, he wouldn't think that!/

Next to Wufei, Zechs had tensed, staring at Trowa in disbelief. "It would appear to me," he finally said, standing up and stepping off the riser, so that he towered over the other two young men, "that, even though I've only known you for a few minutes, you were probably not *worth* keeping if your attitude and manners are anything to go by." He turned and looked back at his lover. "No, Wufei -- I believe you got the better end of the deal."

That was all it took to bring Wufei back to full-fledged righteous anger! "I agree, by far," he said firmly, before looking back at Quatre. "You know, if he'll cheat *with* you, he'll cheat *on* you, so I suggest you just look out. Good advice from somebody who *knows* what he's capable of. As for *you*," Wufei said witheringly, glaring at Trowa, "you weren't *worth* my time or my broken heart, so I think I'm going to forget you ever existed!"

Practically crying, Quatre looked up at Trowa. "Don't let him talk to me that way!" he said, clutching the other boy's arm.

Trowa was glaring at Wufei. "And I suppose you think *he's* going stay interested for any length of time?" he said, nodding towards Zechs. "Face it, Wufei -- you're dull."

That was it. One comment too many had been made and Zechs was seriously annoyed. Without a thought this time, the Viking Face appeared as he glared down at Trowa. "Let's get one thing straight," he said, in a deep voice like raw silk -- the panther's breath on its victim. "There are *some* people in the world who appreciate and adore the kind of style, wit, and glowing beauty embodied in that young man you've so maliciously insulted. We know a true jewel when we find him and, even more importantly, we know how to treat him with the kind of respect and devotion he truly deserves."

Zechs took a step closer to the green-eyed boy. "And as far as keeping interested goes, I have to say that, now he's with a true *man*, he is the kind of lover who can make you hard with single touch and could cause me to seriously consider spending my next two week vacation exclusively in bed. I have no intention of letting him go any time in the next century, so I suggest you take your friend and move to the other side of the bar. If you so much as *look* at my lover again, I can promise you that you're companion will be deprived of a good fuck for many weeks to come. Good *bye.*"

So saying, he folded his arms in front of himself and simply glared. If Wufei could have glowed, he would have, and probably was just a bit. The urge to latch hold of Zechs and drag him to the floor to drive him crazy and screw him senseless was giddily dancing about in him with an emotion that seemed to be so perfectly high and lovely that it was all Wufei could stand not to kiss him and ruin the effect of that wonderful Viking Face.

He'd never been so in love in his whole entire *life*!

"We'll see," Trowa murmured ominously, tugging on the little blond to push him gently away from the two. "We'll just *see*."

Zechs stood where he was until the two were on the opposite side of the room. The he slowly turned around to face Wufei and said with an elegant air, "Does he *always* make it a habit to be the most *arrogant* person in the room?"

"He tries really hard," Wufei replied, looking up at him with his heart in his eyes for anybody and everybody to see. "Should we go home, or stick around and make them miserable? If we go home," he continued, *I* can make you the very *opposite* of miserable...!"

A platinum eyebrow raised suggestively. "What... better than the floor show?" he said, nodding towards the dance floor.

"Oh, DEFINITELY, definitely better than the floor show!" Wufei promised.

Picking up his drink from the riser, Zechs downed it in one gulp, then replaced it and held his hand out to Wufei. "What are we waiting for, then?" he murmured, smiling devilishly. "Take me away from this maddening place..."

"You said the magic words," Wufei told him, latching hold and automatically tugging Zechs towards the door!

"Why do I feel," the blond fairly purred, "that I just made a very, very good decision?" He was walking behind Wufei now, letting himself be guided to the door. /Never noticed how truly lovely those muscles are... he must be fairly strong, when he wants to be... oh, I think the vodka's going to my head.../

"Because you did," Wufei informed him as they moved through the foyer, waving to the woman who was still standing at the door. Then, it was out onto the street in rapidly cooling air, the sound of the music muffled as they hurried towards the car. "A really *really* good decision, Zechs!"

The walk and the night air did some good to clear Zechs's head, but the last hit of vodka he'd taken was threatening to overwhelm it. Standing at the car, he patted his pockets just a bit unsteadily. "I have the keys... here somewhere..."

"I have them," his boyfriend said, pulling the keys loose from where they'd been stored and unlocking the door. /Oh, Zechs is so *cute* when he's tipsy!/ Wufei decided happily. "Get in. If you want, we can stop and get something to eat, so you can sober up a little bit," he teased.

The tall blond looked slightly affronted. "I'll have you know that I am perfectly..." He looked thoughtful for a moment, holding onto the car for a bit of added support, and then said, "*Close* to being sober... really." "Hmmmmm," Wufei almost purred, grinning as he helped Zechs in, kissing him sweetly once he was in the seat and buckled in. "Uh-huh. I'll see you in a minute," he promised, shutting the door and heading around to the other side.

Zechs looked thoughtful again and murmured to himself, "Why do I get the feeling that he doesn't believe me...?"

"Probably," Wufei told him as he got in, catching the tail-end of that sentence, "because you drank your last drink too fast. That's okay, though. We've still got dessert at home! And that'll help."

"Actually," Zechs murmured, sitting back in his seat and smiling, "this is a rather pleasant little feeling..." He rolled his head to face Wufei in the other seat, and smiled. "Mmmm... kiss me?"

The car started, the sound of 'Monster Mash' beginning to pour over the speakers, but Wufei leaned over and kissed him as requested; after all, the car wasn't going anywhere without his hands on the wheel, and kissing Zechs was *always* a wonderful thing!

"Mmm, so nice..." Zechs breathed against that warm mouth. The he pulled his head back and smiled at Wufei. "Take me wherever you want to take me..."

"Home and to bed, naked," Wufei told him firmly before he moved back into the driver's seat and put the car into gear.

That gave the blond man very pleasant thoughts as they drove through the night. "Why is it," he murmured, "that your 'friend' back there was so completely unaware of your... charms?" This was punctuated by a devilish wiggle of eyebrows.

"He just has *problems*," Wufei sighed, shaking his head. "He was always like, 'don't do this' and 'don't do that' and 'don't touch me there' and 'no, I won't do that'. And then, along came that guy he was with and it was like he'd flipped some kind of switch. I found pictures of them in his car one night when he came to pick me up to take me to the movies and let me tell *you*, what they were doing wasn't anything like he'd ever done with *me* -- because he kept harping on me not having done it before and how boring it would be and how he didn't like it anyway or something. I don't know."

"Well, I can see where you'd be a bit put out by that kind of change!" Zechs said. "How did he treat you otherwise? Like he did tonight?"

"Mostly," Wufei answered, a little sad to realize it. "I just never... I guess I never caught on," he finished.

Zechs reached a hand out to squeeze Wufei's thigh. "It can be damned hard to catch on when you're really in love with the other person. You do everything in your power to deny what they're doing is bad. I know -- I've been there."

"Really?" Wufei asked curiously, eyes slanting over at him as they *finally* turned on to Spring Street and headed back towards Zechs's apartment. "I'm glad I'm not alone, then. Was it bad? If it's none of my business, you can just tell me..."

"Mmm -- no, that's okay," the tall blond said and then stared out the windshield at the cars coming the opposite way. "My first boyfriend after I started college up north turned out to be bi. I really had it bad for him and he knew it. For awhile things were really good. Then, as I found out *much* later, he met this girl and was completely obsessed with going to bed with her. He started to act really weird with me -- sometimes really romantic and other times like he couldn't care less. I found out that those romantic times only happened when *she* wasn't giving him the time of day and leaving him all hot and horny. So he came to me. Jerk. I mean she was jerking him around and he was jerking me around, and all my friends were telling me to leave the guy, that he wasn't worth it... and I just couldn't for a long, long time because I was totally in love with him. Or maybe I was totally in love with who I *thought* he was, you know?"

"Yeah," Wufei replied, smiling suddenly. "Yeah, I think I know. Hey, want to know something?"

Zechs, comfortably slumped in the passenger seat, rolled his head towards Wufei. "Sure, what is it?"

"I really love you," Wufei said solemnly. It seemed like the sort of thing that needed to be said right then, and even if it wasn't, *he* needed to say it. "I've never been as happy as I am with you, all the time. And I want it to stay that way, for always."

A soft smile crossed the blond man's face. "Are you sure you're not going to get sick of me? Bored? Want someone younger, or older, or... female?"

"Someone younger would be obscene, someone older would be impossible and someone female would make me queasy," Wufei told him. "You're pretty much stuck with me, Zechs."

Zechs had to laugh. "Queasy, eh? Well, what about your friend Sally? I'm not at all sure she approves of me, from how your friends were talking in the bar."

"Oh, Sal! Well, we're just friends. I haven't ever wanted to be anything else with her, I guess, and I never really thought *she* wanted to be anything else, either. I'm not into girls much, Zechs. I knew that when I was twelve!"

"Me, too!" the blond said in mild surprise. "Tough way to go through junior high, I'll tell you. But... given everything you've said..." He reached up and ran the back of a finger over Wufei's cheek. "I guess it's safe for me to adore you for eternity, beautiful boy..."

Oh, that felt nice, and it made Wufei *very* glad that they were almost home! "You tried to sneak peeks in the locker room, too, huh?" Wufei teased gently, shivering. He couldn't wait to get home!

"Absolutely," Zechs responded, grinning. "Although I was very lucky in that my school district was too poor to build an indoor swimming pool, so there were no gorgeous boys in racing suits to embarrass myself over. Showers were hell, though..."

"Try skinny dipping in the local creek," Wufei drawled as they pulled up at the house. Time and a bit of driving had done wonders for sobering Zechs up just about the right amount, even though they *did* have a whole bottle of plum wine inside waiting for them... "I'll take you sometime, so then I can do all the naughty things I wanted to do then but would have been slaughtered for if I'd got caught!"

"Ah, but didn't you dream of the possibilities?" Zechs laughed. "Long, lazy afternoons, playing around, quite literally, in the water with a couple of your friends?" He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. "I wish I'd known you then..."

Parking the car, Wufei leaned over, past the gear shift, and brought his face quite close to Zechs's. "I was boring, then," he said quietly. "I pretended I wasn't into boys and dated girls and I was really incredibly miserable. Now is much better, Zechs, especially because *you're* in the 'now'..."

"Maybe I could have convinced you that you *did* like boys," Zechs said softly, lifting his hand to run a thumb along Wufei's lower lip.

"Oh, I think probably you could have," Wufei whispered, and then he kissed him.

Zechs hummed, nearly purring, as the kiss went on. When they finally broke, both breathy and eager, he whispered, "Oh please... let's get inside... *quickly!*

"I think I can handle that," Wufei answered huskily, sliding away. "Come on. I've got the keys. You need any help getting out?"

Zechs got out and stood, just a bit unsteadily, with a hand against the car hood. "No," he said softly, and then smiled. "Well, maybe it would be best if I put my arm around you..."

With a laugh, Wufei came around, bending over a bit. "C'mon. Climb on. I think I can tote you in," he teased.

Zechs was suddenly overcome with a fit of giggles. "Well... I don't think I really need *that* kind of help, but..." He looked at that lovely bottom, raised slightly, and thought about rubbing up against it... "But, if you insist, I'll give it my best." He straddled the smaller man, laughing again at the sight he knew they must be making, and slipped his arms around Wufei's neck. "Just please give me warning if you're about to collapse -- deal?"

"Ooof!" Wufei declared, wobbling even as he laughed. "Zechs! You're *heavy*...!" Not that he minded, in fact, he really rather liked it, and it was fun, staggering towards the house, both of them laughing and trying to keep it quiet because it *was* after dark.

"It was your idea, yes?" Zechs asked, tickling Wufei's ear with his breath. Then he burst into giggles again. "We must look *so* strange... Oooh! Drop me a little again like that -- it felt *really* good..."

"That tickles!" Wufei laughed, shivering so violently Zechs nearly fell off of him as he staggered up a step. "Ah!"

The blond man gave a wicked cackle. "Almost there, Superman!" he said, the grin evident in his voice. "Another couple of steps and I'm yours for the taking."

THAT thought sent another distinct shiver through Wufei accompanied by a sudden flush of blood that almost sent him to his knees. "Guh!"

Zechs brought one arm around in front of Wufei and stroked firmly between the smaller man's legs. "You want some?" he murmured in a deep, silky voice.

"Oh, GOD, yes!" It was said with the fervency of prayer, and Wufei knew his knees were going to fall out from under him. "Zechs! You're making my knees weak!"

"Sorry," Zechs murmured, his voice breathy and warm on Wufei's cheek. "I'll be a good boy now, I promise."

"I'll just bet," Wufei sighed, shivering. "Okay, since we're on the porch, hop down, and I'll open the door, all right?"

Zechs did as he was told and leaned against the side of the house while Wufei opened the door. They walked into the small foyer to see a tall man ascending the staircase. He was very handsome, with a mane of dark brown hair, wavy and swept back from his face and his calm, gray eyes studied them curiously.

"Zechs -- happy Halloween. Who might this young man be?"

"This is my boyfriend," Zechs answered, smiling over at the smaller man, "Wufei Chang. Wufei, this is Terrance Kessler, my upstairs neighbor and piano player extraordinaire."

"Hi," Wufei said shyly, his own hair mussed about his head, kerchief half off of it. "We were just coming in," he continued, flushing. /His boyfriend,/ he thought with delirious happiness. Every time he thought about it, he nearly went off in a haze of joy!

"Well, well -- have you two been out marauding this evening? Terrifying small children and stealing their candy? Or has Wufei taken you hostage in order to tie you up and ravish you?"

Zechs looked over at Wufei, sweaty and mussed, and put a hand to him mouth to cover more giggles. "Oh I *certainly* hope it's the latter..."

"He's tipsy," Wufei said earnestly, smiling anyway. Well, now that Terrance fellow *mentioned* it....

Terrance nodded seriously. "Then by all means, get him inside and into bed... at once." He gave them both a dazzling smile and continued up the stairs.

Looking mischievously over at Wufei, Zechs murmured, "Mmmm... into bed... at once..."

"Your neighbor is *very* friendly," Wufei told him with a laugh, using the inside entrance to let them into Zechs's apartment. "And he's got a good idea, I think. So...." He paused, smirking a bit as he shut and locked that door behind them. "Strip, already."

Zechs leaned back against the door. "Is that an order?" he said, breathily and then began, slowly, to unbutton his shirt, looking out through long blond bangs, his eyes never moving from Wufei's. For a moment, Wufei seemed to think about it before dark eyes narrowed slowly in the yellow glow of the kitchen light they'd left on, black lashes momentarily shielding the sparkle in them. "Yeah," he said slowly, voice quiet and husky. "I think it is."

"Yes sir," the blond man replied and slid the loose shirt off of his shoulders so that it fell, caught by the crooks of his arms as his hands wandered to the fly of his sleek-fitting pants. "What are you going to do to me...?"

Wufei's tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip. "Fuck you," he said softly, emphasizing the first word. "Now get undressed... faster."

Zechs let out a soft whimper. With a smooth movement of arms and hands, he had boots, pants and underwear off and stood lounging against the wall, shirt still draped around his elbows as he stared at Wufei. "Fast enough for you?" he breathed.

"Now, come over here," Wufei told him, enjoying the sight quite a bit, and enjoying being bossy even more. "Hurry."

Cat-like in smoothness, Zechs walked over to Wufei and looked down at him. "How can I please you?" he murmured.

"A good start would be by getting on your knees," Wufei suggested. The sheer titillating manner of the whole thing, strange, was sending shivers through him, and he was hard as a rock. He wanted to touch Zechs's mouth, to kiss it, to feel it on him...

A fluid movement, and Zechs was just where Wufei told him to be, kneeling in front of the younger man, eyes down and awaiting instruction.

"Zechs..." It was the barest whisper, and then Wufei leaned over and pressed his lips sweetly against those of his tall blond lover, lingering and sweet. It tasted so good just to *kiss* him, just to feel soft lips against his own! He didn't know how he could ever manage to live without them, and he hoped he never had to *try*. "Zechs, I want..." Wufei paused. He wasn't sure if he could say what he wanted, momentarily, and he bit his lip before kissing Zechs again.

"Tell me what you want," Zechs whispered against his mouth, "anything, and I'll do it..."

A thumb rubbed lightly over his lower lip, suggestively, and Wufei squirmed. "I want you to...." His voice trailed off, eyes and fingers saying what his mouth could not. "Please."

Zechs smiled slowly up at him. "Let me taste you... please -- take it out for me..."

If he thought his knees had been weak *before*...!! Wufei reached down and slowly pulled at the zipper and button holding his pants closed, letting the fly fall open slightly to reveal bare erection, the crisp wiry dark hairs curling at the base incredibly erotic as he canted his hips forward slightly.

Dropping his gaze to the feast before him, Zechs leaned slightly forward and drank in the scent of man and leather. "Oh, *so* wonderful..." he breathed as he delicately licked the very tip. Swallowing hard, Wufei rocked his hips. "Oooohhh!" That felt *so* incredibly good that he could barely think...!

The blond man let his tongue explore the underside of the head, flickering now and then over the weeping eye. Then he nuzzled his way down to the base and gave the erection a long, raspy lick from bottom to top. "Mmmmm..."

A hand came up and buried in long golden locks, Wufei's hand pulling him closer. He wanted it so badly, and that lick had been almost enough to send him to the floor! Still, he kept standing, and tugged slightly. "More."

Sliding long arms around Wufei's hips, Zechs took the hardened shaft in slowly, and as far as it would go. Such an erotic feeling, being used that way, giving head to his pretty lover. Happy humming noises were coming from him almost continuously as his tongue swirled around the shaft, nose buried deep in jet black curls and fingers squeezing Wufei's bottom. It was almost enough to drive his lover over the edge then and there, for Wufei was moaning with each sliding touch of heated mouth, and the fingers were distracting him awfully -- all he wanted to do was take Zechs to their bed and screw him to the mattress in that moment, and he thought that would make a fine suggestion at that moment.

"Stop," he whispered raggedly. "Let's go to our room, Zechs..."

Zechs pulled off gently and looked up at Wufei. "Anything you say," he whispered and stood in one, graceful movement, shirt finally fluttering to the ground.

Trembling, hating that Zechs had stopped even though he had wanted him to, Wufei helped him up, hand firm in Zechs's. "Come on."

Perfect, Zechs thought, allowing himself to be led into the bedroom. The vodka was still warm in his veins and he felt more wanton than he had in a long time. If ever there was a wonderful night to be the bottom, it was tonight. /Screw me silly, love -- be my little tiger.../

It certainly seemed that Wufei had that intention firmly in mind, for his eyes almost declared it, his mouth set with sultry expression, and he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot. "Now," he declared once they were where he wanted to be. "Undress me."

Without a word, Zechs knelt obediently and took one of Wufei's boots in hand. Pulling at it, he let one hand cup around the heel while the other gave a firm caress to the younger man's calf. As his fingers slid over the supple leather, the boot came off effortlessly. The other soon followed suit, after which Zechs dropped like a panther on all fours, leaned down, and kissed the top of each bare foot.

Toes wriggling slightly, Wufei tried to keep from smiling. "Now the rest."

Zechs moved in slow, sinuous movements, letting his nose and mouth trail up the smooth leather pants as he sat up. His hand followed the same path until they reached the waistband, and then pulled downwards with agonizing slowness, lingering on the smooth curve of Wufei's buttocks before guiding the leather down around his feet and off completely.

Wufei's breath was caught, and he thought for a minute that he'd never find it again as Zechs began to pull off the white shirt he was wearing, fingers skimming his arms. "Oh... Zechs!"

It was a stretch, but Zechs managed to pull the soft fabric off of Wufei's shoulders while still kneeling. He made sure his fingers trailed slowly down the well-shaped arms before ghosting over caramel-colored hands and bringing the shirt off with them. Then, satisfied with his work, he sat back and worshipped the man before him with a heated gaze. "Tell me what to do..."

Kisses ghosted over his face, gentle, almost sweet. "Kiss me, and then we'll get in bed," Wufei whispered.

Zechs's hands went straight to Wufei's hair, and he buried them in the silky stuff as their lips met. A slow teasing brush at first, arousing but not quite satisfying, before the blond pulled Wufei forward and took his mouth in a long, deep kiss. "I love you, Wufei," he whispered and then kissed him again.

"With all my heart," Wufei responded, the two of them shifting slightly together, Wufei's erection pressing lightly to Zechs's sternum. "Come on."

Following Wufei to the bed Zechs stood, waiting for Wufei to decide where he should be. /Oh, God... he looks so damned hot... want his arms around me, want him inside me... to know I'm *his*.../ It only took a moment before he was in the bed and on his belly with Wufei atop him, spreading heated kisses and luscious flickering licks down his spine.

"Aaahhhh!!" Zechs gave a breathy cry as he was pushed down onto the bed. Wufei's kisses were like fire on him, making him want to squirm and press himself against the bed. "Wufei," he whispered, "want it so *badly*..."

"Shhh," Wufei teased, nipping sharply at the base of his spine and then kissing to follow it. "I'll give it to you, Zechs," he promised, kissing one cheek and then another slowly, almost purring. "Eventually."

"Mmmmn..." Zechs fairly growled into the pillow, wanting it all, right then, right there. "Don't be cruel," he begged, rubbing himself against the bed. "I'll be good, I *promise*!"

"Really?" came the muffled question as the curve where thigh met rear was explored easily. "How good?"

"I'll do anything you want me to," Zechs said, panting softly. "*Anything*, I swear!"

"Then just lay there," Wufei whispered against the back of a thigh, working his way down to Zechs's knee. "And enjoy it..."

Zechs's fists tightened on the pillow and he groaned softly. Finally though, he murmured, "Yes, sir..."

THAT was certainly a tempting answer, and Wufei was almost purring by the time he found the back of Zechs's knee with his tongue, kissing and nipping and teasing, caressing down a calf to one ankle and foot, careful to do nothing ticklish before beginning to kiss its mate, moving back up that long golden body that he loved to worship. "Hmmm..."

The blond man gave a soft groan at the touch of Wufei's lips. It was a struggle to stay still and not raise his hips towards the heat of his love above him. /So warm... sensuous... ah, I want him so much!/

By the time Wufei worked his way up to the back of Zechs's neck, he was suffering just as much as his lover. "Tell me what you want," he pleaded sweetly, nipping with firm white teeth at the base of his neck. "Tell me!"

The tall blond let out a moan, pressing his body upwards, against Wufei, and nearly reeling at the touch of skin from head to toe. "Fuck me," he whispered, voice pleading. "Fuck me until I can't see straight!"

"You can't see 'straight', anyway," Wufei teased, fingers lightly slipping between Zechs's beautifully rounded cheeks. He hadn't really done much of that, so he was incredibly careful, and a bit uncertain. "Like this...?"

Zechs gave a little shudder of pleasure. "Mmmm... yes... just do the things that you've enjoyed... the lube is in the nightstand drawer..."

That he'd enjoyed... well, that covered quite a lot! Recovering the lube from the drawer, Wufei almost smiled. It had definitely been put to good use, and they'd need more soon, and that was an eye-crossingly delicious thought even as he squeezed some out onto his fingers and sent them delving back to the place they were before. "Hmmm...."

"Ohhhh... yes..." Zechs buried his face in the pillows and rubbed himself against those fingers. Such an amazing feeling, the warmth and probing, hearing Wufei's ragged breathing as he toyed with Zechs's entrance. The blond man pushed back. "Please... oh, *please* love!"

"Do you want me?" Wufei whispered, already slicking his erection. /I can hold on. I can hold on. I am NOT going to come just from this...!/

"God, *yes!*" Zechs said, nearly pleading for it as he squirmed erotically and brought a fist down on the pillow. "Ah, *give* it to me... please..."

Fingers were replaced by heated thickness, and Wufei shifted forward so carefully that it would have been funny if it hadn't been impossibly frustrating. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No!" Zechs cried, "do it, Wufei!!"

A good solid thrust pushed deep, drawing groans from both of them. "Oh, GOD!" Wufei gasped out, shuddering. It was hot and tight and too good to even begin thinking about! "OH!"

Deep, growling sounds of pleasure came from the tall blond as he squirmed around his impalement. He propped himself up on his forearms and pushed backwards, driving Wufei deeper into him. "Ah -- so *good*! Oh, *deeper*... *deeper*..."

Obedience was easy, Wufei's fingers gripping the points of his hips and digging in slightly as he pulled Zechs back to him the way he wanted to, filling him and emptying him and hardly able to bear anymore. "Zechs.. I... I... Oh, GOD!"

"Wufei..." Zechs whispered, clutching the sheets below him. "So good... so *big*... ah, *fuck* me!"

"I..." his lover gasped out, thrusting harder, deeper. "Oh, ZECHS!" "Uhhhhn!" Zechs arched his back, impaling himself on Wufei, and then threw his head back, spasming around the shaft inside of him and spilling onto the sheets below even as Wufei filled him in response to that deep shuddering clench. "God, God, God..."

"Ohh," Wufei sighed after a moment or two. "I think my bones have turned to water..."

"Mmmm... you're good at that, you know," Zechs murmured, enjoying the feel of Wufei draped over him. "So good..."

That gained him a squirm that made Wufei come loose from him, the younger man slipping down beside him to kiss his lips languidly, soft, heated, sweet. "Hmmmmm, and you liked it? It was good, then... I thought I was going to fly to pieces. That's just as good as the other."

"Hmmm, that's good," Zechs purred, "because I like things both ways and not all guys are like that." He returned the kisses, slow and fiery, and then let his head rest on the pillow again, turned to the side so he could look at Wufei. "Tell me something," he said softly, searching his lover's eyes, "how did I make it this far in my life without you... Right now, I feel like I need you to breathe..."

"I don't know," Wufei whispered back. "It feels like you've been with me my whole life and everything's so *right* because you're here..."

Zechs smiled. "It's not supposed to happen this way, you know. We're supposed to be out there -- at places like that bar -- dancing with people that look good and treat us horribly. The first person I ever came out to told me that being gay was about lots of good sex and broken hearts. I feel like I've cheated that, somehow..."

"I think we got the lots of good sex part," Wufei told him, reaching out to tickle at his ribs lightly with one hand. "Hmmm?"

A small shriek escaped Zechs and he curled up in a ball, laughing. "Yes, I agree. At least with the 'good' part. I still don't get enough of you to make it seem like 'lots.'" Reaching out a hand, he went for Wufei's armpits.

"NOOO!!" Wufei howled, but he was very shortly overtaken, giggles ringing out through their bedroom as the tickle fight commenced.

After thrashing about in the sheets for ten minutes (*without* having sex,) Zechs lay on his back, out of breath. "You know," he murmured, "I meant what I said to your wretch of an ex-boyfriend tonight. I really do dream of being in bed with you for weeks..."

"Well," Wufei said, brushing his lips over his boyfriend's. "I think I can probably find a way to arrange that. I mean... you know. There are holidays coming up and all. Zechs..." He paused. "What are you doing for the holidays? I mean, Thanksgiving, and Christmas."

"Well, for Christmas I have to go home to Minnesota," Zechs said, nuzzling Wufei's jaw. "My parents insist. They're coming down *here* for Thanksgiving, though. My mother said she had visions of me eating a turkey sandwich from the deli and watching a football game." He suckled a particular spot on Wufei's neck and then added, "I might have done the sandwich, but I can't believe she thought I'd be watching football..." A moment's silence passed between them. "My parents will be coming down for Thanksgiving, too. Zechs... I want you to meet them." That was hard to say, harder to think about, but... but...

He couldn't get by without Zechs. It was time to tell his father, and more than time.

Zechs rolled to his side and propped his head up with his hand. "That would mean telling your father, wouldn't it?" he said gently. "Are you sure you're ready to do that?"

"For you," Wufei told him quietly.

Zechs smiled softly and reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the edges of Wufei's lips. "Ah, love... I don't want you to do something you're not ready for. I want you to do it when you feel the time is right."

"I can't get by without you," Wufei murmured, "and I won't hide you. It's not going to get any better than now."

Leaning forward, Zechs brushed a kiss across Wufei's lips. "All right then. We'll plan it out together, and I'll be right there with you, if you want me to be."

"I don't know..." He sighed. "I don't know. I'm scared to tell him. I don't want to be alone when I do, but I don't want you to have to see how shocked and disappointed he'll be, either. Or maybe he won't be. Or maybe... I don't know." Three weeks wasn't enough time to come up with a good way to do it! Then again... maybe there was never a good way to do it.

Zechs cupped his hand around the back of Wufei's head, stroking the glossy, dark hair. "You don't have to worry about me," he said. "I've been through it before. But I will tell you something -- I really do believe it's better to say something about it rather than agonize like this. Give you *and* your father some credit. Even if he gets furious with you when you tell him, it doesn't mean he won't get over it." He gave Wufei a wry look. "*My* father went out to his ice fishing shed for three days after I told he and Mom. Came in to get meals and then went right out again, not saying a thing to anyone. Then he got over it."

"We don't have ice fishing sheds in the South," Wufei told him dryly, trying to see *some* sort of humor in the matter, "just woodsheds, and I don't want to go out to one of those." He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, the worst thing he can do is disown me, and I guess I'll get over that if he does. I really hope he doesn't..."

"Whatever happens, we're in this together," Zechs said, trying to be both soothing and philosophical. "Now," he added, pulling Wufei close and smiling devilishly, "come here and tell me -- trick or treat?"

"Definitely a treat," came the easy whisper, lips pressed to lips. "Always a treat."

End of Part 5

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