02-December-2004
Title: After Hours 1/2
Authors: DaMoyre and bonnejeanne
Pairings: 2x5
Warnings: yaoi, language
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Set a couple years after EW
Disclaimer: We don't own GW. Just having a little fun here. No harm intended.
Archive: GWAddiction
Note: Watch out for POV switches.
The banging on the door woke Duo from a sound sleep of all of 45 minutes.
At first, he'd thought it was a dream. He could hear something. Like fingers tapping on a table. Tap, tap, tap. One by one. There was a certain rhythm to it.
Or someone banging on the wall with a hammer. The sound came from far, far away.
Someone playing the drums. Loud. The rhythm to some rock melody he did not recognize. The sound was persistent, becoming louder and louder until he thought his ears would explode.
"What the hell?" He sat up in bed, slowly rubbing his eyes. The clock revealed the hour to be 3:15 am.
Reluctantly, he picked up his jeans from the floor, not bothering to zip them up all the way. Whoever was visiting at this hour was obviously not very concerned with societal rules, and would probably not care for modesty either.
He walked out of his bedroom, almost tripping on the boots he'd left by the door. "Coming," he mumbled.
He switched the hallway light on and opened the door.
The figure that met his eyes wore a shuttered expression and had a duffle bag over one shoulder. A few wisps of hair had escaped from Wufei's normally neat ponytail. He glanced at Duo and his eyes flickered down his body almost too quick to notice and then away, but the slight color that rose in his cheeks wasn't imaginary.
"Maxwell," he said. "I apologize... for waking you." The next words seemed to get caught in his throat but they came out anyway. "I need a...favor." His mouth tightened but he pushed the rest out quickly. "Sally threw me out."
It took a few moments for Duo's sleep-fogged brain to process this information. Wufei was standing outside his door. At three o'clock in the morning. And Sally had thrown him out. Duo blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't still dreaming.
He felt a chill and rubbed his arms a little. The cold draft coming from the open door was no dream. He took a second look at his visitor and then moved aside to let him in.
Duo shut the door quickly and straightened his jeans. He walked with Wufei to the living room. "Sit down." He rubbed his forehead, pushing his bangs away from his face.
Wufei looked around the room and chose the only straight-backed chair in the entire apartment. He dropped the bag beside the chair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He looked exhausted and about as upset as Duo had ever seen him, beneath the fraying habit of control. His voice came out slightly muffled. "I'll find a place tomorrow, I mean later today. You don't need to stay up, I'll be fine on the couch."
Duo picked up his jacket from the couch and tossed it on the ground. He sat down in front of Wufei. "You can stay as long as you want. Don't worry about it," he said, stifling a yawn. He looked over at Wufei's bag for a moment, still unable to believe this was really happening.
Everyone had been surprised when Wufei and Sally got together, and there had been bets about how long they would last. Some didn't give them more than a few weeks. Duo never really thought much of it. Sally was nice; and she actually got along with Wufei, which was more than could be said for a lot of the other women in the Preventers. Wufei seemed to respect her, to like her. Maybe more.
But apparently, something had gone wrong. "Wanna talk about it?" Duo said, tilting his head a bit. "I can make us some coffee. Don't think I'll be going back to sleep right now."
"No I don't want to talk about it!" Wufei snapped.
Then his hands fisted. "She wanted me to talk. Evidently I didn't talk enough, or say the right things, or whatever. So she talked. Eventually I told her to shut up." He glanced up only briefly but his dark eyes were haunted.
Duo was used to Wufei's outbursts, but it was usually over incomplete missions, badly done jobs, general incompetence. He had never seen Wufei so upset over a personal issue. Not the way he was now.
He nodded in understanding. He wanted to lighten up the mood and tell Wufei that all women were the same. They all wanted to talk. Hilde liked talking, too. A lot. But he knew Wufei might not welcome any attempts at humor. Not at the moment.
"All right," he said. "We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. The coffee offer is still up." He walked over to the kitchen and opened a cabinet. "I have tea, if you'd rather have that."
Before Duo finished the sentence, Wufei was standing next to him.
Only someone with a Gundam pilot's sixth sense for his environment would have noticed Wufei getting up from the chair to follow Duo to the kitchen. Always graceful, he usually wasn't that silent unless on a mission.
His voice was even enough when he spoke but the words were a surprise. "I'm not as fond of tea as everyone seems to think. Do you have anything stronger than coffee?"
Without waiting for an answer, Wufei began opening cabinets, finding, after only two tries, the hiding place of half a bottle of very old scotch. Retrieving a glass, he poured a couple of inches of amber liquid into it and set the bottle on the counter without replacing the top.
Watching Wufei toss back his drink, made Duo raise an eyebrow. He had known the Chinese man for years now, and he'd never really seen him drink. A glass of wine, sometimes, during office parties, nothing more. And yet, he was drinking scotch like it was water.
"You're serious tonight, aren't you?" Duo commented. He scratched his head and hesitated for a moment. He'd been out with Trowa for a few drinks the night before, but had called it a night after a few beers. He had not really planned to drink anymore.
But plans could change...
He refilled Wufei's glass, and then poured himself some scotch, too. Then he knelt down and opened a lower cabinet, retrieving a full bottle of Jack Daniel's. He set it on the counter.
"To drinking in my kitchen at three thirty in the morning!" He rose his glass and grinned at Wufei.
Wufei's dark eyes were stormy and already starting to shine a little around the edges as he looked at Duo. His expression had started as an unconscious scowl but when his eyes met Duo's, taking in his cheerful toast, the muscles in his face tensed for a second and then Duo could see him starting to fight an unexpected, answering grin.
Before it could break free entirely, he picked up his refilled glass; his hand gestured with it in a sort of salute and he emptied it again. A little liquid dribbled from one corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand hastily.
"It's too bright in here," he said, trying to sound disapproving, but his voice wasn't quite as crisp as usual. "Let's go back to that laundry pile you call a living room."
Without waiting for an answer, he walked past Duo back into the other room, brushing by him as he went. His empty glass was still firmly in his hand.
Duo snorted. "Hey, I don't have time to put away the laundry. I barely have time to do it!" He picked up the bottles and followed Wufei.
Wufei went back to his chair and Duo decided to sit on the floor. He cleared out the center table and set the bottles and his glass there.
"Ready for the next round?" he said, and refilled his glass.
Wufei accepted a refill and swallowed half of it, cradling the remaining liquor against his stomach for a moment.
"It was a mistake," he said, looking at the table rather than Duo's face. "It wasn't fair to her, Sally, I mean. It never was."
Duo tossed back his drink and made a face. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and poured himself another drink. "I always thought you were the 'perfect' couple," he mused, playing with the rim of his glass. "You just seemed so...perfect together. Guess things aren't always what they seem, huh?"
"No, they're not," Wufei said, and drained the rest of the glass. Then he held the empty up and looked at it. The scotch was burning a nice fire in his middle and all his senses were staring to feel pleasantly blunted. He felt, however, anything but pleased with himself.
"What about you?" he said, putting the glass, upside down, on the table. "Are you what you seem, Duo?"
Duo could taste scotch on his lips. His hands felt warm. There were fingerprints all over his glass. "That depends," he said and looked up at Wufei. "What do I seem to be?"
Wufei slid out of the straight-backed chair and onto his knees, advancing toward where Duo sat on the floor. He reached out and took Duo's glass from his hand and tipped it into his mouth - there wasn't more than a swallow in the bottom anyway. Then he placed it down on the table and leaned forward.
"You seem like a stone killer who's also a nice, sweet guy," he said, and the precision of his speech was definitely degrading. However his dark eyes seemed to burn into Duo's. As his face moved forward, Duo was too surprised to move away, until he felt lips against his own and realized that Wufei was somewhat clumsily kissing him.
Completely unexpected. Just the way Wufei had knocked on his door, out of the blue.
And now this.
It was no secret that Duo had a penchant for men. Everyone knew that. But this was Chang Wufei. And who would have ever thought that...
It took Duo a few seconds to react, torn between confusion and the desire to advance this a little further. Instinctively, his eyes closed and his hands began seeking soft skin to touch. He brushed his fingers over Wufei's cheek.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Sometimes people did things they didn't mean to do when intoxicated. Duo hesitated, for only a moment. But Wufei parted his lips, and he felt his tongue slide inside his mouth. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
Breathlessly, Duo broke away and cupped Wufei's chin with his hand. "This is who I am," he said, and leaned over for a second kiss. He felt his lips burn against Wufei's.
There was no mistaking the hungry longing with which Wufei accepted Duo's kiss. His hands found holds on Duo's waist, pulling him closer. Everything felt warm and loose and easy, and Wufei's usual restraint seemed to be off, as if all the stringent inner voices had been silenced or dulled enough to be ignored. Wufei's breath came harder as he pressed against Duo's body.
The shift rocked them a little against the table and one of the empty glasses fell off, not breaking but startling Wufei back for a second, eyes wide, mouth open, rocked as much by the vision of Duo's flushed face and unfocused eyes as much as the unexpected movement.
"Duo..." he murmured, the one word sounding like a confession.
"Mmm?" Duo's breath was short and shallow, whiskey and desire mixed in his veins. He sat up and leaned back against the couch, pulling Wufei over to him.
He met the dark eyes for a moment and traced a line on his lips. He looked so... beautiful, so appealing. He held the back of Wufei's neck firmly and kissed him again, and again.
His other hand slipped down to Wufei's chest, fingers fumbling to undo the buttons of his shirt. God, he felt so hot. His clothes were damp and Duo wanted to rip them off. He wanted to feel him skin on skin, and kiss him all over.
Wufei had the feeling he was plunging through the Earth's thin upper atmosphere, out of control, going faster and faster as the heat from re-entry heated up the cockpit of his Gundam. No way to break, no way to steer...
Then he realized that someone else was driving. Duo was pulling him closer. Duo was unbuttoning his clothes. Duo's mouth was devouring his, accepting him, taking him, leading, following, surrounding him with heat and skin and scent.
With a low moan, Wufei crushed Duo against him, his arms moving around Duo's body. Something soft and thick met his hand and his fingers closed around the braid of chestnut hair. It was the first time he'd ever touched it and it seemed incredibly intimate.
If you don't stop this now, you never will.
The voice in Wufei's mind was crisp and clear, the only thing that wasn't warm and excited and headlong.
Then the fingers of Wufei's other hand encountered the back waistband of Duo's jeans and the voice was blotted out by a rush of tight, intense desire.
Duo slid Wufei's shirt off his shoulders. His lips moved along Wufei's jaw line, his neck, and then he pressed his lips against the warmer skin that had been clothed only a moment before. His tongue darted out, tentatively, and he could taste Wufei's sweat, salty, and incredibly arousing.
He could feel Wufei's hand pulling the back of his jeans, and he rocked his hips forward, pressing himself to Wufei's body.
One more soft kiss on Wufei's chest, and he tilted his head back to look at him. His eyes were closed, long, dark lashes brushing against his flushed skin. Strands of dark hair had come free from his severe ponytail, hanging limply around his face.
"Wufei... you sure..." Duo's voice was only a whisper, but it wasn't a question at all. He pushed himself up, using the couch to support himself and pulled Wufei by the hand.
The whiskey was taking effect, and everything around him was glazed over by a heavy fog. Everything, except for Wufei's face. That was clear and real, so close to his own. He lifted Wufei's hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against the palm. Then, led him down the hallway, to his bedroom.
Wufei was sure. He was absolutely certain. The warm haze of alcohol made it easier, but alcohol didn't make him... gay. The word sounded so stark in his head, like it always did, but he didn't care any more.
He wanted Duo.
The desire had been there for a long time but he'd never come near acting on it. As he let Duo tow him along to the bedroom, his bare chest burned from the touch of Duo's lips. His eyes were drawn to the sway of the long braid in front of him, its movement somehow enticing, drawing his eye to the movement of Duo's hips as he walked down the short hallway. His fingers tightened on Duo's hand as they entered the bedroom.
The room was dark, and Duo turned to look at Wufei, trying to adjust his vision. Suddenly, he was beginning to understand. This was the reason Wufei and Sally had not worked out. It was clear now. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea. He couldn't understand why he had not realized before, why he'd never suspected…
He slid his hands around Wufei's waist and pulled him close, so close that he could feel his warm breath. Wufei's bare skin felt delicious against his own.
"So," he whispered, tracing Wufei's jaw line with his lips. "Where were we?"
Wufei tilted his head back, offering more of his neck to that sizzling touch of lips against his skin. He could feel Duo's chest, Duo's abs against his own, could feel Duo's carelessly half-done zipper against the thinner material of his own pants. His own blood seemed to pound and throb in his ears, louder than anything but not loud enough to drown out Duo's slightly raspy breathing, and the occasional wet sound of mouth against skin. It did not drown out the low groan that rose in his own throat.
Wufei clutched at the man in his arms, his fingers moving restlessly over Duo's back, savoring the contours of it, tracing a shoulder blade, following the spine, stopping to knead muscles just above the hip. The heavy weight of Duo's braid danced over his arm with each shift.
Where were we...
It was going to be easy, so easy... when it had always been so impossible, so hard, so unthinkable, so wrong.
Closing his eyes tightly, Wufei knew where he was...
Sliding his hand between the back of Duo's jeans and his skin. Pushing his hand deep into the warm place, following the curve, seeking the cleft between lovely rounded hemispheres because it was wrong, it was forbidden.
It made him instantly hard and he ground his trouser-clad groin against the half-open zipper.
Duo could hear his own pulse pounding in his ears. Wufei's skin was moist and warm, and his scent, indisputably male, intoxicated his senses.
Girls never smelled this way, and as much as he enjoyed their occasional company, he much preferred this. He preferred the muscular torso pressed to his, the hardness rubbing against his groin, the callused fingers that were seeking inside his jeans.
Duo shifted and rubbed their erections together, a soft moan escaping his lips. He nibbled gently on Wufei's shoulder and then moved lower, closing his mouth on Wufei's nipple, caressing softly with tongue and teeth.
Gently, he pushed Wufei against the door and continued his explorations, moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses on his stomach. He lingered on Wufei's navel for only a moment, and then pressed his face to Wufei's crotch, nuzzling over the thin material. He moved his hands forward and pulled the waistband of Wufei's pants, his lips following his hands, going down, down, until he was on his knees in front of Wufei.
"D-duo!" Wufei strangled the name out, his back arching and his hands unerringly finding the thick head of chestnut hair, digging into Duo's long, braided tresses. It wasn't the first time he'd experienced a hot, hungry mouth around his cock, but somehow it felt completely different than those few other times.
With females, it always felt like a concession. Even when the woman in question seemed more than willing, there was still a sense that it was a trade, an exchange, no, a debt, for which some return would be expected later.
This just felt like being devoured. Like everything he was as a man came down to this, and someone wanted it. It was pleasure without regret, and he cried out Duo's name again, shivering as he felt the surface of Duo's tongue, felt the slick wetness and the suction of the warm caress. His hips rocked a little, but he didn't want to give it all up yet, he wanted to save some, make it last, but the sensations were so exquisite...
Weakly, and then with a little more strength, he tugged Duo's head away, even though most of him didn't want the feelings to stop. Words found the air. "I want... to last."
Duo's tongue darted out, giving the tip of Wufei's cock one last lap before he stood up. "Well, then," he said, and in a single movement dropped his jeans to the ground. He kicked them off his legs and crawled in the unmade bed.
"Come here," he said, running his hand flat over the sheets.
Wufei swallowed hard, trying to get enough control over his body to pull off his pants and shoes without tripping on them. He didn't trip, but his excitement and nervousness were easily detectable.
As he climbed onto the bed, his eyes drank in the view of Duo's naked body, lingering on his lap. He crawled closer and leaned over Duo, golden skin darkening here and there with a flush. With one hand, he traced Duo's jaw, neck and collarbone, circled lightly around his pectorals, brushed his palm over a dark nipple. It felt... different from a woman's, yet terribly exciting because of it.
His hand flattened over the muscular dome, tingling with his appreciation of it. Then his hand trailed down, hesitating as his fingertips encountered the soft nest of curls below. His fingers flexed in the air for a moment and then he closed his hand around Duo's cock. The moment he touched it - heat, soft skin, pulsing hardness, so alive! - his eyes flew up to Duo's face.
Duo was breathing heavily, every muscle in his body tensing as Wufei's fingers wrapped around his cock. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, rocking his hips forward, pushing himself into Wufei's hand. A low moan formed in his throat as he continued swaying his hips back and forth, feeling deliciously trapped between Wufei's body and the bed. His hand caressed Wufei's forearm, tracing circles with his fingertips, feeling the smooth, hot skin.
Liquid fire.
A fire he'd never felt, a fire he'd never suspected. His hand moved slowly over Wufei's chest, his shoulder.
"Wufei...Wufei," he repeated softly. He wrapped his arm around Wufei's neck and pulled him close for a demanding kiss.
Wufei plunged into the kiss like a man leaping over a cliff. His fingers kept a firm grip on Duo's erection, and he could feel his own throbbing with blood as if it might burst. His tongue swirled around Duo's, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Duo's hips as they moved against him. He violently shoved away any attempts of his mind to regain a semblance of sanity. Something inside him had snapped and would not be so easily reigned in.
With a low, needy little moan he nuzzled Duo's neck, breathing in the scent from his hair, so heavy and soft. His lips found a soft earlobe and he sucked and teethed on it greedily as his hand began to move around Duo's cock, urging him to a faster tempo.
Duo responded to Wufei's touch with a loud moan. Wufei's mouth pressed to his earlobe, hot breath on his cheek, every inch of his body yearning for more. He put his hands on Wufei's shoulders and with one swift movement, flipped him over, pressing him flat against the bed, straddling his waist.
Wufei looked beautiful and sexy, his dark hair shimmering, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed. Duo leaned in for a kiss, trapping Wufei's wrists with his hands, raising them above his head. He could feel the throbbing in his groin, hot and hard, trapped in between their bodies.
"I want you," he breathed. "Wufei...will you let me..."
Wufei's dark eyes went so wide they were almost as round as Quatre's. His warm golden skin blossomed with a fresh flush of blood suddenly rising to the surface. His slightly parted lips opened wider as his jaw sagged in shock.
But not only shock. The spasm of arousal that surged through his body as Duo's words sank into his imagination was so powerful it hurt. His widened eyes closed suddenly and tightly and his teeth closed over his lower lip. His wrists gave a little push against Duo's grip and then... stopped. His eyes opened and fixed on Duo's face. Moisture seemed to form on his skin instantly, though it could have been there all along.
Yes, his eyes said. Not trusting his voice, his chin lifted for a moment and then he nodded, two short, abrupt nods. His tongue moved absently over his slightly bitten lower lip, and his eyes drifted down Duo's body, excitement stealing the shock away. Duo wanted... him. Part of him refused to believe it, but the rest certainly wanted it to be true.
Wufei's nod was enough for Duo.
He moved closer to Wufei and stole another kiss; his tongue probing and lingering, while his hands moved down to Wufei's hips.
Duo had done this a thousand times, with people whose faces had already faded, whose names he could no longer remember. But this was different. Wufei was a fellow Preventer, a former Gundam pilot. Wufei was someone he knew and respected, someone he liked, someone he cared for.
Duo felt a tightness in his chest he'd not experienced before, and blood rushing to his head, like a stampede.
Quickly searching under the bed, Duo retrieved a small tube. Taking off the cap with his mouth, he placed a few droplets of clear gel on his hand and rubbed his erection. Tossing the tube aside, he shifted a little until he found the right angle and slowly lowered himself into Wufei's body.
It wasn't instant joy and rapture. In fact, it was uncomfortable - even as aroused as Wufei was - and that was a lot - the warm, live thing trying to enter his body wasn't small, but the Chinese pilot was too excited to care. He wasn't a woman, after all, it didn't have to be smooth and easy.
The discomfort, the sensations of being stretched, even the awkwardness as they adjusted around each other, were satisfying to him. He bent his knees, opening his legs wider apart, shifting under Duo to find a position that made it work better. He glanced down between their bodies, fascinated at the sight of Duo's erection disappearing as it slid, inch-by-inch, into his tight passage.
His own cock was throbbing, brushing against Duo's belly as the young man leaned over him. Pulling his eyes up to Duo's face, the expression there caught and held Wufei's gaze. Streaked with sweat, bangs clinging to his forehead, eyelids lowered in a look of pleasure and something else, something unknown...
Wufei had never seen or imagined such an expression. In an instant, his physical desire was hammered through the back of his chest by an emotion so powerful he could not understand it. Breath catching in his throat, he was stunned by it, but the inexorable push of that hard, hot flesh into his body could not be ignored. His muscles clenched, relaxed, and his hips gave a little buck, and then his eyes flew open in sudden shock as he felt something new and never before experienced, within.
With Wufei's tight muscles wrapped around him, clenching and releasing as he slid in and out, Duo felt his own body reacting to the sensations; slight tremors running up and down his back, and every single limb, beads of sweat forming on his skin, low growls escaping his lips.
The pleasure only seemed to increase moment by moment.
He looked at Wufei's face, searching for signs of pain or discomfort, but instead, he found something else...
The expression on Wufei's face was not of pain; it was pleasure, desire, and a fire so intense that Duo could almost feel it; he could feel his body burning up from within.
He leaned over a little, pressing his lips to Wufei's chest, leaving a trail of little bites and kisses, and then his mouth found a dark nipple, and it closed over it with need and hunger, pressing it between his lips, rubbing it with his tongue.
Raising Wufei's hips a little higher, Duo began swaying his hips; always mindful of Wufei's movements, trying to find the right rhythm. One of his hands slid down along Wufei's torso and sneaked between their bodies, seeking Wufei's hot, hard flesh; fingers closing tightly around Wufei's cock, stroking, finding a rhythm of their own.
Wufei cried out as Duo touched him, his body bucking harder against Duo's. Duo's hand was not smooth, but callused, and it felt wonderful, it felt incredible, but what Duo was doing inside him held his attention focused, the touch, the kisses on his sensitive skin only adding to and filling out the experience. It was overwhelming. He never wanted it to stop but at the same time, something inside was building and the urgency was undeniable.
"Ha-harder..." he growled. "Faster... Duo!"
Harder.
Faster.
Wufei's words rang in Duo's ears, increasing his desire. But the feel of Wufei's body writhing under his was too delicious, and the taste of his warm skin intoxicating.
It could not end now; it shouldn't. As far as Duo was concerned, he could continue till sunrise. He could continue forever.
Slowing down would be torment, but if he moved any faster, he knew he'd drive himself over the edge.
"Wufei," Duo let out a muffled moan, his lips still pressed to Wufei's chest, "I don't... don't want it to end."
He sat up a little and plunged deeper into Wufei's body, bucking his hips at a slow, measured pace. His movements were shallow at first, but each thrust was harder, deeper, pounding Wufei's body into the bed. His hand made a tighter fist around Wufei's cock, lengthening the stroke, squeezing the head between index and thumb.
Wufei groaned, suffering a little agony along with his pleasure, he'd been so close, then Duo had slowed it down.
His back arched and his head moved from side to side. Duo wanted to make it last... did that mean this was it? There wouldn't be any more, ever? Wufei's thought processes were anything but clear, he only knew it felt good, only knew it was Duo somehow, doing this, and he knew he wanted to feel what it was like to reach his completion this way.
Digging his hands into the bed under him, he bucked again, unconsciously squeezing with his inner muscles. Oh god, that felt even better.
"Duo..." The two-syllable name was a combination moan of pleasure, warning growl and plea, all in one.
Duo moaned softly as he felt Wufei's body tightening around him. He could feel the tension building up in his own body, and Wufei's urging was impossible to resist.
Duo bent down and kissed Wufei's temple. "I know," he whispered. And he began moving faster, harder, and lost himself to the sensations, pleasure overloading his body.
"YESSSSSSSSS!" Wufei cried out the one word and then only a low guttural sound came from his throat as he was beset with rapidly spiraling sensation that brought him back to the edge and then threw him over it with a crash. His body arched, seed spilling over Duo's hand as he shuddered through his climax, head back, eyes wide and fixed in the 'little death'.
Duo thrust once more, and allowed his body to surrender. He was ready to fly, float away to a different dimension, a million lights flashing before his eyes, like a roller coaster of pleasure. A low groan escaped from his mouth as he released himself inside Wufei's body.
Unconsciously, his body continued to move, riding the last waves of desire, his hips still rocking back and forth, slowing down little by little until he became still. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his breath. And then, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Wufei's chest.
After a while, Wufei realized he was awake, that he was a little uncomfortable in a few places, and that he was slowly stroking his fingers through thick brown hair.
Swallowing, he coughed a little, and then began trying to see what would move.
Most of the lower half of his body would not move, by virtue of being trapped under the dead weight of Duo.
"Um...Maxwe...Duo?'
Wufei's voice brought Duo out of his ecstatic stupor. He opened his eyes and sat up a little, feeling a rush of cool air on the damp skin of his back. He looked down, his eyes meeting Wufei's for a few seconds, a soft smile forming on his lips. He shifted a little, freeing Wufei, and lazily rolled off to the side.
Duo's body felt sticky, and pleasurably spent. And it didn't matter that the sheets were wet, and the pillows had fallen off, the bed felt more comfortable than ever. The warmth of Wufei's body next to his only added to the comfort. Duo reached out, and circled an arm around Wufei's waist.
"Sleep," he murmured, muffling a yawn on Wufei's shoulder.
It shouldn't have been that easy, but it was.
Exhausted, emotionally drained, surrounded by warmth, Wufei snuggled into the body next to his, closed his eyes, and fell deeply asleep.
End Part 1
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