9 Mar 2001

TITLE: Zechs 101
AUTHOR: kumiko & tzigane (guilty as charged)
PART: Story 4 of Lingering Days
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 6x5
WARNINGS: AU/OOC; yaoi. Very, very, very yaoi. Full of lemons. Maybe even some limes and oranges. A great deal of *sex*, in other words, between two very hot men.
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 4: Zechs 101

Chang Wufei, historian, artist and all-around nice goatherder, was stumped. He was more than stumped.

He was downright frazzled and just a little embarrassed.

Before him lay a plethora of items; condoms, pregnancy tests, sponges, insertable spermicides, and just what he was looking for: lubricant.

The problem *was* that he knew what he was looking for, but he didn't know what he was *looooking* for. He'd never really needed to buy anything like that before! He'd told Zechs he would bring some, though, so here he was, standing in the middle of a small pharmacy on a Sunday morning when most everybody else in town was at church, red all the way to the tips of his ears and looking at them to try and decide. He didn't want to look stupid, or too experienced, either. There wasn't much in the way of choice, either: KY, something called AstroGlide and something *else* called Slick 'n' Wet.

Chang Wufei wasn't entirely certain what he was supposed to be choosing, but he was certain of one thing.

He sure would be glad once he'd figured it out!

"May I help you, dear?" a kindly voice said from behind him.

The little hairs on the back of Wufei's neck stood straight up, his eyes going wide in his face. "Uhmmmmmm...!!!" /Oh, NO!!! It's little old Mrs. Mackelroy!!!/

"If you're wondering about different brands of something I can tell you about them," she said, straightening a stack of boxes containing contraceptive foam.

Swallowing hard, nose almost tingling from all the blood that was in his face, Wufei managed to murmur, "I, uh, that is, ma'am..."

"What is it you're looking for sweetheart?" she asked. "Contraceptives? Condoms? Lubricant?"

Wufei's eyes nearly crossed. "Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Mackelroy," he finally squeaked out.

She smiled sweetly. "You're looking for *all* of them? Well, *my*, she must be one very special lady!"

"Uhm," Wufei managed, squirming under her eye. Lord, he hoped Zechs was worth this! Well, okay, he *knew* Zechs was worth this. "Yes, ma'am," he said solemnly.

"Isn't that sweet," Mrs. Mackelroy cooed. "It's so unusual for a boy to take responsibility for that. Usually the young ladies have to do it themselves." She gave him a winning smile and then scooped up a packet of condoms. "These will give her the most lovely sensations -- and you too! Oh -- and I recommend Astroglide over the other two. The young ladies I talk to say it's the most like their own fluids." She put both boxes into Wufei's arms and then turned to peer at him through her thick spectacles. "Now, for contraceptives you have your choice of jelly or foam. Which do you think she'd prefer?"

By that point, Wufei would have cheerfully abandoned the woman and run like a little dog after a squeaky-toy if he had thought he could have gotten away >from her. "Uhm," he finally managed to get out, "the condoms have spermicide, right? And h...she's on the Pill..." Well, he hated lying to her, but he couldn't exactly tell *Mrs. Mackelroy* that it wasn't a girl! It'd be all over town by just after lunch that he was sleeping with a *man* if he told her!

"All right, honey," she said amiably. "Is there anything else you need to get?"

"Mm-mm!" Wufei declared, shaking his head so that the little ponytail at his nape practically twitched from side to side. "No, ma'am! This is all!" And oh, LORD, he would be relieved to go on to Lingering Days, then!

Mrs. Mackelroy rang up his purchases and handed them over in a plain white bag. "You two have a wonderful time now, sweetie," she said, smiling at him.

"Thank you, Mrs.Mackelroy!" Wufei mumbled out, heading quickly for the door.

"Funny," she said to herself after he'd gone, "I always thought that cute little thing was gay..."

Almost five hours later, Wufei had finished feeding his goats, gotten a shower, and dressed carefully in khakis and a long-sleeved button-up navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled back. His hair was pulled back and slightly damp, and he'd carefully secreted the little things he'd bought in the bookbag that he was taking with him.... mostly because he couldn't think of where *else* to leave those things! He was now ready for Zechs to pick him up!

Maybe.

Actually, he was almost as nervous as he'd been that morning. /We're going all the way. This is only the third date! I've only known him two weeks!/ he thought to himself, swallowing hard. It was sort of a scary thought, but at the same time... /I can't resist him. I want to./

That decided, he headed out to the concrete picnic tables by the dorm to sit and wait... and wait... and wait. /Isn't he coming?/

Zechs had been in front of his closet for the last hour, trying figure out what to wear. It was a complicated task given the many properties the clothing would have to possess: sexy, but not so much so that Wufei would feel uncomfortable or frightened, or that he couldn't wear it into the Asian grocery store; comfortable enough to stand up to making out for an hour or two -- or three or four (all depending on Wufei of course) -- before being discarded; easily removable, should their plans actually be carried out; and something that made him look old enough to be in charge but not old enough to remind Wufei of a teacher or a bank manager or some other undesirable type.

He finally decided on natural-colored cotton pants and a vivid cobalt blue shirt, also rolled up at the sleeves.

That was when he realized he should have left to pick up Wufei ten minutes ago.

"Oh, shit!" he muttered and ran out to the car, still brushing his hair.

When he arrived, it was to find Wufei almost moping at the place where he'd decided to wait, twirling a black lock of hair lazily around a finger. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming!" he confessed, glad to see that Zechs had arrived.

"Sorry!" Zechs said, "things took longer than I thought they would and I..." He looked closely at the pouting face. "Can I make it up to you?" he said after Wufei had closed the car door. Tucking one finger under the younger man's chin, he drew him a bit closer, then leaned over and kissed him like he really meant it. "Forgive me..."

"No problem," Wufei said once he finally had his breath back, though the stars were definitely still in his eyes. "Just for that, I'll cook you something extra-special."

Zechs grinned. "You're extra-special all by yourself," he said as they drove off towards the market. "How was your day?"

At that, his Chinese companion flushed bright red! "Erm, I bought l..lubricant from Mrs. *Mackelroy* this morning," Wufei said, still slightly shell-shocked.

Zechs looked over, an expression of empathy on his face. "Heavens -- I don't think *I'd* be brave enough to buy lube from a 'Mrs. Mackelroy,'" he said. "You're a courageous man, Wufei Chang."

"She thought it was for a girl," Wufei told him promptly, nodding quite solemnly, "and she even had advice on which one to *buy*."

"Concerned about my getting pregnant, was she?" Zechs asked, teasingly. "That's *very* nice of her." He laughed and made the turn into the market's small parking lot. "But I suppose someone who works at drugstores and the like *does* get to know the brands pretty well. Poor Wufei!" He was still laughing as he turned off the ignition, trying not to, of course, but unable to do anything else.

A little squeak came out. "She was this little old lady, and she said, and she handed me, and she, something about *sensation* and *natural lubricant*!" Wufei told Zechs almost proudly, nodding.

Zechs let his head fall back against the head rest, holding his stomach that was sore from laughing. "Oh, don't tell me -- let me guess," he managed to say. "Uhm... Astroglide and ribbed condoms?"

Wufei nodded, big, serious nods. "Mmmhmm. That's *exactly* what. Is that right?" he asked tentatively. "She seemed to think it was *right*, but she sure acted funny!"

Wiping his eyes, Zechs leaned over and cupped the back of Wufei's dark head with one, large hand. "Well, those condoms won't work well, but I've got some," he said, smiling and shaking his head. Then he leaned over and nuzzled noses with the man in the passenger seat. "You're absolutely adorable, do you know that?"

"You really think so, huh," Wufei said, quite delightedly surprised with Zechs's nose-rub and rubbing back. "Mmmm, that's good. So long as I've got you fooled into thinking that, I can get away with more stuff," he teased.

Zechs kissed him, and then murmured, "I'm willing to bet that your adorableness will let you get away with quite a lot where I'm concerned... Shall we go shopping?"

"Why not?" Wufei replied, even though 'why not' actually covered a lot of things, such as 'because we're going back to your place and just calling for pizza sometime later, around nine, or maybe even ten, or maybe I'll just scramble eggs for you in the morning'.....

Zechs held the door of the shop open and nodded politely to the older woman behind the counter. "Nei ôu má?*" he said, *very* slowly.

"Very good day!" the woman said, head bobbing as she smii~iiled at Zechs and the obviously Asian boy behind him. "Very good, very good, glad to see you!"

"Glad to see you, too," Zechs said, smiling back. "Mrs. He, this is a friend of mine, Wufei Chang." Zechs turned to Wufei as he grabbed a wicker basket. "This is Mrs. He, she and her son run the market."

"Nay oh mah?*" Wufei repeated diligently, the slight twang in his voice confusing the vowels and syllables -- for all that his father had been Chinese, his mother had only known English, and it was the language of their household.

Mrs. He put a hand to her mouth, obviously trying to stifle a laugh at the broken pronunciation. "You have a haunted tongue," she said smiling at Wufei and when the two men looked at her rather oddly she restated it as, "You have the tongue of a ghost -- a white man," she said gesturing to Zechs.

Zechs leaned over and whispered to Wufei, "The Chinese word for white person is the same as for ghost or spirit."

Sheepish now, Wufei couldn't quite decide whether he was embarrassed because he didn't speak a language that he apparently should know or that he'd tried and failed. Either way, he was a bit flushed as he smiled at her and moved after Zechs to look for the ingredients they wanted. "So, what are we looking for?" Zechs said, walking down the narrow aisles, each stocked to the brim with colorful and exotic-looking boxes, bags, and bottles.

"It depends," Wufei told him, looking at him thoughtfully. "What do you like best, pork, beef or chicken?"

"Much as I hate to admit it... pork," Zechs said. "Oh, and we have to remember to get toenail cookies."

"TOENAIL cookies?" Wufei asked blankly, eyes wide as he looked up at Zechs. "*TOENAIL* cookies?" "Yeah..." Zechs looked up and down the aisle. His face lit up when he spotted a pink box tied with red string. "Here," he said walking over and picking it up. Across the front of the box it read 'Spring Dragon Almond Cookies'. "You've seen these things, right? With that little yellow almond in the middle? That looks exactly like someone's toenail sitting in the middle of your cookie?" He grinned. "Toenail cookies."

At that, Wufei couldn't help but laugh, adoring Zechs suddenly. "That's to get me back for cat-head biscuits, isn't it?" he teased, wanting to kiss him then and there. "Tell you what. You like broccoli?"

"I love broccoli," Zechs said, putting the pink box in his basket. "I *live* for broccoli."

"Perfect," Wufei said. "I'll make egg drop soup to start, and we'll have broccoli with pork and rice. And one day, I'll make you Raspberry and Mandarin Orange Tart," he promised. "Okay, we need...." He paused to think. "About four cups of chicken broth, I'm sure you've got salt and sugar and maybe an egg, right? Um... cornstarch? Fresh broccoli, peanut oil.. Ginger, garlic, soy sauce, a little sherry, and pork. Really lean pork. And you've got rice, maybe a cooker?"

"Rice I have -- no cooker though. So let's see, with what I have at home, we need..." He screwed up his face in concentration and scratched his chin. "Broccoli, peanut oil, sherry... and pork. I've got everything else, including," he said leaning over towards Wufei, "the cute Chinese boy." Taking advantage of the piles of noodle boxes, Zechs stole a kiss while they where out of sight of Mrs. He.

That made Wufei practically want to dance, his face lighting up even as Zechs pulled away from him. "I can do it the old-fashioned way," he said. "No problem."

The blond man gave a laugh. "I could make a really good comment here, but I won't." He gave Wufei a wink. Now, let's see," he said, turning and wandering off down the aisle, "Peanut oil... peanut oil..."

Flushed, Wufei followed him, his insides all atremble and his outside... *WELL*. "Ahm, to the left, it looks like..."

"Ah -- there it is," Zechs said, reaching over and snagging a bottle, the sherry being only a few feet away from that. Next was the produce section, where Zechs waved a couple of bunches of broccoli in front of Wufei until the younger man chose the one he thought best.

Looking around at the neat piles of fruit, Zechs asked, "What sound good for dessert?"

"You," Wufei answered blatantly, smiling up at the other man. "Or I can go ahead and make the raspberry and orange tart. Or we can eat toenail cookies... later."

Zechs could tell his cheeks had gone red and immediately felt stupid. /Get a grip, Zechs, you're acting like a teenager about to get laid for the first time. Sheesh.../

"Hm..." he said, "Why don't we go with the toenail cookies and the oranges and then we can... add other things, as desired." He gave Wufei a significant and (what he hoped was) a seductive look. "Sounds about perfect to *me*," Wufei said. "Let's see... if we're going to make *that*, we'll need a nine inch pie shell, orange flower water, not much, just a tablespoon or so, I think... um... mandarin orange liqueur... Shoot." He paused, thinking. "Raspberries, butter, mandarin oranges, almond paste, passion fruit jam and eggs." /And I'll eat it off of your belly when it's cool.../

They somehow managed to acquire all their ingredients and brought them up to a smiling Mrs. He. "Ah! Special dinner tonight? Delicious, yes? But ah..." She looked back and forth between them, "Who cooks?"

Zechs's eyes widened and he pointed quickly to Wufei. "He's the expert -- I'm just carrying the bags."

Wufei smiled at her tentatively. "I learned from my father," he explained, nodding at her. She seemed so nice!

"Ahhh," she said, ringing the groceries one by one, "was he from China?" She seemed to be very pleased at this.

"Yes, ma'am," Wufei told her. "He was from a little village near Mount Fanjingshan..."

"I see... boy from the country!" She beamed at him. "I was a city girl, from Shanghai. Have you been to China?"

Smiling, he shook his head. "No, ma'am, but I'd like to go one day, especially to see some of the palaces and ancient art work..." The thought of going and maybe Zechs being with him was also very appealing, his gaze flickering to catch the beautiful blond from the corner of his eyes.

She followed his gaze and smiled down into the shopping bag. The she said, "Maybe he go too -- lots of people want to take pictures with *him.*"

Zechs gave her a puzzled look as he handed her the money. "Why take pictures with *me*?" he said.

"American and blond," she said smiling at him, "And very, very, tall. Rare in China..."

"Yeah," Wufei teased him, looking up, "they're all short there, just like me."

Zechs grinned at Mrs. He as she handed over the shopping bags to him. "There'd be no place to hide for a guy like me! They'd all know I was a tourist!"

The grocer was nodding happily. "They all try out their English on you!" she said, as if this was a great honor.

"Maybe one day," Wufei told her, smiling back. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of his Aunt Fan-Lin, who occasionally came to America to visit with them, and that made him quite happy.

They said their goodbyes to Mrs. He and walked back to the car. It wasn't until they were on the road again that Zechs looked over at the slender young man next to him. "So, your parents never took you to China?"

"Too much unrest," Wufei said, shaking his head in the negative. "Mom didn't want to have to worry about me being there and something happening, and Dad agreed. They weren't too happy about him leaving, either, since he was a doctor, so."

"Mmm, I can imagine they weren't," Zechs murmured. "Not a good idea to go visit a place you might not be able to get out of again." He was quiet for a moment and then looked over again and smiled. "Wufei... about tonight... If you decide you're not ready for something, I'll understand, really."

Wufei looked over at him and smiled back. "I knew you'd say that," he told Zechs. "You're just that kind of man. You aren't fast at all. I feel so... I mean..." Wufei sighed. "It's only been a handful of days, barely a few weeks, but Zechs, I..." He took a deep breath. "You're so kind and so smart. You're willing to try things like cat-head biscuits without being completely grossed out at the sound of them, and you're willing to stop when I want. You smile beautifully, you *are* beautiful, and best of all, you don't even seem to know. You make me feel like a real person, and not an accessory, and I can't discount that. Zechs, I think I might l..." His tongue tripped. "I think I might be falling in love with you. No...I *know* I'm falling in love with you. I'm sorry. Is that okay? I mean, if it's not, I'm really sorry! I don't want to upset you!"

They had come to a stop alongside an out-of-the-way street. Zechs turned off the ignition and then reached out a hand to cup Wufei's cheek. He leaned over, looking intently into the younger man's eyes. "Well, I didn't know that trying cat-head biscuits would help on this one," he said softly, "but I have to tell you... I'm really glad I'm not falling in love all by myself..."

An explosive breath slid loose from Wufei as he sighed deeply. "Oh, thank God. I was afraid I'd made an idiot out of myself by telling you that. I mean, not that *you* would react badly, but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable or to think that I was just saying it or something..."

Zechs grinned and tilted his head a bit, still staring at Wufei. "Mmm... you have an honest face," he said. "I *think* you're trustworthy..." Then he leaned over a bit further and kissed him passionately.

When they parted, Wufei's mouth was slightly and most wonderfully bruised from the depth of their kiss, and his eyes had gone almost hazy with delight. "Mmmm," he managed to say finally. "Wow. Oh, wow."

Laughing at the dazed expression, Zechs rested his forehead against Wufei's. "How are you going to cook anything in this state? We'll end up with oranges in the garlic sauce and raspberry-pork tart." And just to ensure that would happen, he kissed the younger man again, just at the corner of his mouth, letting his tongue tease at the place where Wufei's lips met. "Oh, I want you so *much*..."

"Let's go home," Wufei whispered huskily, shivering with delight. "If it comes down to it, I'll make scrambled eggs in the morning, or lick oranges off of you or something."

"We're already here," Zechs said, kissing Wufei one last time. He climbed out of the car, taking the shopping bags with him and came around to Wufei's door, opening it to let the younger man out. "It's this way," he said, and led the way across the street to a large, old house that had been restored and divided into apartments. They walked onto the large porch that surrounded the house itself and around to a polished entry door along the eastern side, nearly at the back of the house.

Once inside, Wufei's eyes became huge. "Wow," he said softly. "This place is *gorgeous*. You helped move a piano to the third floor? Incredible!"

They were in a small, walled off foyer. Zechs's downstairs apartment door was to the right and a highly polished wooden stairway led upstairs. "Oh, yes -- that was a challenge," Zechs murmured as he found his keys and opened his front door. "But, the stairway is one of the wider ones in the old houses around here, and Terrance was really great about it -- made us very happy at McCorkles that night. Come on in."

The apartment was tiny, but spotlessly neat. Everything in the small living room had a specific place, mostly in organizers -- large and small baskets or boxes. There was an overstuffed blue sofa along the left-hand wall, across from a wall of floor-to-ceiling built-in bookcases that surrounded a tiny hearth. A small mahogany mantel above it held a small collection of tiny brass clocks and a 2-foot-long miniature canoe, complete with a paddle.

The floor was gleaming hardwood, covered with well-padded rug, and a row of windows along the far wall showed a view that overlooked a well-kept back garden.

"Oh, this is nice," Wufei said softly, eyes wide. "Wow, Zechs. And the garden is *beautiful*! Who does that?"

The blond man had headed into the tiny kitchen to put the groceries down. "Thanks," he called, "it's one of the few great things Dr. Noin's done for me. She has a friend who restores old houses and then sells them. This one was finished late last spring, and when I called the university to tell them I'd be coming, she put in a good word for me." He came back out to the living room and leaned against the doorway. "The woman who owns the house has a gardener that comes once a week." He smiled at Wufei. "So, what can I get you?"

"Depends," Wufei said, looking up at him through black lashes. "On exactly what it is you're hungry for..."

Zechs's own eyes were half-lidded and he gave Wufei a slow, sultry smile. "I think you know exactly what I'm hungry for," he said softly.

Taking a deep breath, the Chinese boy took two steps forward and into Zechs's arms, a delicious shiver working its way through his body the minute they closed around him. "Yeah," he whispered, barely able to husk it out with the attack of slight nervousness that would soon disappear, he knew. "I know."

Zechs hands were everywhere on him, slow caresses that roamed over his body as Zechs lips teased at Wufei's. "The question is, though," he murmured into the smaller man's ear, "what are *you* hungry for?"

The temptation to tease Zechs by declaring 'toenail cookies' was almost impossible to resist, but since Wufei's mind was pretty much turning to pure mush anyway, he managed not to do it. "More of that," he said softly, letting loose a long sigh of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "And maybe somewhere a little more horizontal to do it at. Zechs..." He shivered.

"As you wish," Zechs said, giving Wufei a teasing smile before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him back to a small but immaculate bedroom. It was mostly taken up with the bed, which was extra long to accommodate Zechs's height. The tall blond laid his companion down on the bed and then stretched out beside him, half covering Wufei's body and stared adoringly down into eyes of pure ebony. "Ohhh, sweet boy... I've dreamed of you being here..."

Taking a deep breath, Wufei squirmed slightly beneath him, getting comfortable, a thigh sliding between Zechs's carefully, pressing upward. "Me, too," he whispered. "Even though I didn't know what it would look like or anything, and even though I'm kind of nervous. That's okay, though, right? To be a little nervous the first time... and I really, really want to, Zechs, with you..." Even with the early evening sunshine filtering in through white, gauzy curtains, he wanted to, and that made him just a bit embarrassed, somehow, and at the same time... pleasantly wanton.

The softest of smiles crossed Zechs's face. "I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he said, stroking Wufei's cheek with long, golden fingers. "I'm not expecting anything and I won't run away if you feel like waiting -- really I won't." He leaned over and kissed Wufei slowly, savoring the taste of his mouth. "I'd be lying though," he whispered, the fingers of one hand unbuttoning Wufei's shirt, "if I said I didn't want you... didn't want to be above you, inside of you... making you moan with pleasure..."

"Oh, God," Wufei's voice warbled out, his face lifting, mouth opening as he kissed Zechs tenderly. His heart was beating ninety-to-nothing and he knew, just knew, that he was going to explode before they ever got even half as far as he wanted. "I don't want to wait... Zechs.... oh, I don't! Just..." He let loose a shivering sigh. "Just I'm nervous, so I thought I should tell you... oh!"

"I understand," Zechs said, his voice low and soothing. "Everyone is their first time." He had gotten Wufei's shirt open and was stroking warm fingers down his chest. "But there's no pressure..." he murmured against Wufei's mouth, "only adoration..."

With sweet slowness, Zechs gathered Wufei up in his arms, holding him close, and kissed him with passionate thoroughness as he pressed himself against the thigh between his legs. "Mmmm..."

Arms wrapped tightly around Zechs's neck, Wufei moaned, pushing up against a hard hip even as he brought his leg up farther between Zechs's. Slow, steady pushes rubbed them together, and made him wish that his khakis were somewhere else -- preferably all scrunched up on the floor with his white underwear balled up on top of them, if he was honest. His own hands moved to the buttons on Zechs's blue shirt, parting them slowly with a wonder that seemed to fill him all the way down to the tips of his toes. Warm golden skin pressed close against his own, their kisses strangely leisurely in comparison to those that had passed between them previously.

Zechs was so good to him!

It seemed they rocked together for endless time, sharing open-mouthed kisses and exploring each other's bodies in long, heated strokes. Zechs ran his hand down Wufei's side and let his fingers trail over the younger man's flank, easing Wufei's legs apart as his thigh came up to rub between them.

"You're so beautiful, Wufei," he whispered, kissing along the edge of his jaw. "So perfect..."

Lips parted, breath almost held, Wufei gave a long, low sigh, hips thrusting up steadily to press against Zechs's leg, his own thigh rubbing against flesh so hard it almost seemed to be solid wood. "Feels so good..." The sound of his voice was raw, barely stuttered out in the waning light of early evening. "Oh, Zechs...!"

A soft groan escaped the blond man, who nuzzled his way down to Wufei's neck and throat, nipping at the warm skin and finding that sensitive spot where he settled in to suckle. At the same time, his thumbs found Wufei's nipples and began to rub them with exquisite slowness.

It was no time at all before quiet, frantic cries echoed up to the ceiling, echoing back with the sound of Wufei's pleasure. The shift of his hips quickened against Zechs, his breathing coming in the occasional little gasp and low moan in between cries that sang of his enjoyment even as his fingers wound tightly into Zechs's hair. "OH!!"

Clever fingers trailed down between Wufei's legs and cupped his erection through the cloth of his pants. Zechs was kissing his way along the smaller man's shoulders and chest, squeezing gently now and then and murmuring soft, soothing words. "Lovely, lovely boy... make me want you so *badly*..."

"Oh... oh... oh... Zechs... Zechs, if you don't stop, if you don't, I'm going... I'm going, I'm going, I'm.... Nnnn!!" Wufei managed to get out, shuddering at the touch of that palm even as his own hands roamed wildly over Zechs's shoulders and back. It felt *so* good, and it seemed like forever since he'd been touched there, even by himself! He just knew if Zechs kept it up, he was going to come in his pants and all over Zechs's hand, besides!

"Then do it," Zechs whispered, biting gently at his shoulder, "and give me the pleasure of licking you clean..." *Squeeeeeze*... With that almost calculated touch, the nip of those teeth, Wufei cried out again. He couldn't hold back anymore, and the tension of it, the quick exquisite gratification that flooded through him, was indescribable in that moment -- rare, and perfect, and beautiful. "AH!!!"

Zechs moaned softly and buried his face against Wufei's neck. It felt so good, that soft pulsing, the pretty little noises the younger man made, knowing that he had made him feel that way. "Wufei..." he said, practically cooing. "Ohhhh, my sweet boy..."

"Oh," Wufei whispered finally, adrift in the most incredible and intimate of sensations. "Oh..." Zechs waited, hand resting on Wufei's crotch, for several minutes, listening to the sounds of their panted breaths before sliding his fingers over the fly of the other man's trousers, deftly opening them to let the warm, white bulge press outward. Squirming down, he nestled himself in between Wufei's legs and pressed his face gently to the damp fabric, drinking in the scent of his new lover before placing a firm kiss right in the middle.

"Zechs," Wufei said softly, shuddering. God, he was getting hard again, and there he was still half-dressed! "Zechs, just... Ohhh, yes, that's nice," he murmured deliriously. "Zechs, I want... want to..."

"Hmm?" Zechs asked, nuzzling down to suck lightly at Wufei's balls through the fabric, making it even wetter than it had been. "What do you want to do?" he asked as he lifted his head up and began dragging the band of Wufei's underpants down, using his teeth.

The little sound *that* gained him was one of overwhelmingly delirious pleasure. "Oh, I..." Wufei thought for a moment, his brains more than a little scrambled, but once he managed to bring to mind what he'd been thinking on, it took only a few moments to put it into action, body twisting so that he was now halfway beside Zechs and then they were both face to crotch and he was almost ecstatic.

If there was *one* thing Chang Wufei had learned how to do, *this* was it. "I want to blow your.... mind," he whispered, nudging at Zechs's zipper with his nose.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Zechs murmured, freeing Wufei's shaft, now hard again, from his white briefs. With one, smooth pull the pants and underwear were on the floor, right where Wufei had wanted them to be, and Zechs was licking up what remained of the younger man's release. "Mmmm... so good..."

There was little that was better than being blissfully naked, Wufei decided, unless perhaps it was being blissfully naked with *Zechs*. With some care, teeth lightly captured the catch holding his cotton pants shut, dealing easily with the zipper as well. That revealed to him the glory of all glories -- the fact that Zechs wasn't wearing a stitch underneath them. "Hallelujah," Wufei whispered, "there *is* a God in heaven and he *does* answer prayers!"

Zechs gave Wufei's shaft a long, slow lick. "Hmmm?" he asked lazily and licked again, far gone in pleasure.

No answer came at all -- instead, there was the easy brush of the tip of Wufei's nose all along the upper side of his erection, a waft of breath following it all the way up, heated and moist, caressing slowly before the very point of Wufei's tongue reached out and ever-so-lightly traced its way around the flared corona of Zechs's delicious cock. Zechs gave a long groan, his hands gripping Wufei's hips as he pushed forward to that intimate touch. "Ahhh -- Wufei! So good... so good..." he murmured, and let his own tongue trail up Wufei's shaft and squirm into the weeping slit at the top.

Helpless against the onslaught of Zechs's mouth, Wufei moaned quietly, taking the tall blond's tip between his lips, careful with his teeth as he sucked hard at it momentarily, fingers sliding beneath to lightly cup and hold his balls, teasing, gentle, light... The touch of those fingers on him nearly made Zechs come, and he gave a sharp cry, arching his back and pressing forward into the warm wetness of that sweet mouth. "Oh, close," he whispered, "I'm close..."

With an almost audible purr, Wufei went down on him, tight suction as far as he could go and then back up again, tongue pressed to the shaft with each downward stroke. One, then another, and then yet another, 'til he was buried up to the nose in lovely golden curls and the scent of damp salty skin, fingers brushing lightly at the crease just behind Zechs's balls, though he was quite careful not to invade it.

Zechs gave husky moan and a softly whispered, "I'm gone..." and felt intense release stream through him. His face was pressed to Wufei's erection and he gave a little cry with each spasm, filling Wufei's mouth until it slowed to a stop and he was left to drift in pleasure, nuzzling lightly at the inside of Wufei's thigh. "Thank you," he whispered at last. "*Thank* you..."

Kisses scattered lightly over the softening flesh, over Zechs's half-bared thighs, tongue lapping up the strands of semen that had overflowed Wufei's mouth despite his eagerness. "Oh, wow," Wufei sighed, almost limp with pleasure. "Mmmm, that was wonderful..."

"*You* are wonderful," Zechs murmured, busy with kisses as well, nuzzling at Wufei's shaft, still beautifully erect. "So, do you want to make dinner... or go a little further...?"

"How much farther?" came the almost breathless question.

"Well," Zechs said languidly, kicking off his pants before pushing himself up to his hands and straddling the younger man. "As far as you want to go..." He began to nuzzle again at Wufei's throat. "I mean... I don't want to do anything that'll make you uncomfortable... but for some reason I'm feeling awfully *alpha* male right now and the thought of pinning you to the bed and fucking you until you're screaming with pleasure is something I can't quite get out of my mind..." He look up at Wufei. "Is that too far?"

Arms crept around Zechs's neck, dark eyes closing slowly. For a moment, Wufei remained still, the heavy weight of Zechs against him, the awareness of the day's end and the pink sky outside upon him. With a deep breath, he sighed slowly, shivers working their way through him momentarily as he leaned to ever-so-lightly nibble at Zechs's ear and whisper a single word, permission in it.

"Please..."

Zechs pressed his face softly against Wufei's cheek. "Oh, *sweet* boy," he crooned, "*my* boy... *my* Wufei..." His hand slipped down to caress between Wufei's legs for a moment and then he said, "Turn over for a moment," and brought a small tube of lubricant out from the drawer of his nightstand. Closing his eyes tightly, Wufei took a deep breath and obeyed, waiting and shivering with sudden half-uncertain anticipation.

Zechs gave a deep sigh at the look of the younger man, so beautifully vulnerable. He draped himself over Wufei's back and began kissing him softly, all along his shoulders to the nape of his neck, nipping at the caramel colored skin. Gradually, he pressed himself against Wufei's pretty bottom, nestling his own firm erection between the creamy, upturned cheeks. "Zechs..." The sound of that whisper was thready and wanton, Wufei's eyes half-open his heart beating out a frantic rhythm as he whimpered and pressed back to the taller man. His hands clenched up amongst pillows and sheets, face turning so that he could look at Zechs from the corner of his eye, little shudders spilling through him at the steady slow movement of the man above him. "Mm..."

Leaning down, Zechs caught Wufei's mouth with his own and kissed him, a flood of tender feelings racing through him as he did. One hand stole upwards and closed around Wufei's shaft, still deliciously hard, and he stroked the heated flesh in time with his own motions as he rubbed against the younger man's bottom. "Oh, sweet boy... you feel like you were made just for me..."

Unable to help himself, Wufei moaned loudly, writhing against that touch as his pulsing flesh nearly jumped beneath Zechs's fingers. Oh, he wanted, he wanted.... "Zechs, please!" he moaned, pushing back against him. "Please, Zechs!"

"You need to be wet first" Zechs panted, "and I... oh, I need to do something... so badly..." He gave a last nip to Wufei's shoulder and then trailed kisses down the smaller man's back, gently lifting Wufei onto his knees and elbows as he did. Then, slowly, he kissed each tight globe and then nuzzled his face in between them. "Mmmm..."

Black eyes flew wide open with shock and Wufei gasped, stiffening. "OH!" he managed to stutter out, suddenly flushing hotly. "Zechs," he said, voice thin, "I don't know..."

The blond man looked up, feeling a wave of disappointment. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I won't do that again. Roll over onto your back -- maybe you'll be more comfortable that way."

Twisting, Wufei moved so that he could wrap his arms around Zechs's neck, kissing him sweetly momentarily. "Any way you want is fine, just you surprised me," he whispered, a bit shamefaced.

"It's all right," Zechs said softly. "Not everyone likes that..." He had gotten the tube of lubricant open and now spread some on his fingers, all the while nuzzling at Wufei's throat. For a few moments, he simply stroked the younger man's erection and then reached down to cup the small, plump balls. "Lift your legs a bit," he whispered.

Between kisses, Wufei shifted, a knee coming up to press lightly against Zechs's side, another sprawling up and slightly to the side. "You're very good to me," he whispered, face flushed with passion now, limbs trembling slightly.

"I would never want to hurt you," Zechs murmured, his lips teasing at Wufei's mouth, "or make you feel uncomfortable. I want everything you feel to be pleasure..." His fingers moved downward, slowly, rubbing the sensitive spot in front Wufei's opening, every now and then teasing at that tight entrance with a well-lubricated finger. Wufei's mouth trembled with each breath he took and released after every kiss, quiet whines pulling loose from his chest with each light graceful stroke of Zechs's finger. His eyes, heavy already, drifted shut, back arching slightly. It was the best most delicious feeling, different than teasing at himself there, and he thought he'd die before Zechs went any farther!

Slowly, Zechs sat back, lifting Wufei's hips until he could lean over and lick delicately at the boy's twitching erection. He flickered his tongue around the place where the shaft met the tip and then sucked lightly at it, rasping his tongue against the underside. Meanwhile, his finger rubbed softly against Wufei's tight entrance, not penetrating, just easing the lubricant in closer, letting him know what lay ahead for him.

"Please, Zechs!" had become something of a mantra for Wufei, a steady soft chant eked out between gasps and little cries as he rocked his hips steadily to the exquisite feel of the tongue so pleasantly teasing at him. One hand was now buried in Zechs's golden hair, and the other had moved up to clench tightly at his own mouth, muffling the sounds of his pleas and moans.

Distracting the dark-haired boy with a long, firm lick, Zechs pushed his finger in just slightly, wriggling it so that the little entrance was just barely open. He teased and rubbed at it, all the while sucking firmly on the dripping shaft in his mouth. Then, as he rubbed softly, his finger slid in -- not far, but enough that Wufei would feel he'd been penetrated.

"OH!!" Wufei said, absolutely melting into the mattress. He was going to come again in very short order if Zechs kept up! The teasing touch of his finger was going to drive him crazy before they went any farther! "Zechs!" he moaned frantically. "God, *PLEASE* Zechs, I want more!"

Zechs was murmuring happily over the shaft in his mouth but broke away long enough to murmur, "When you feel my finger press into you, push out against it." The long, slender finger pressed inward with agonizing slowness.

Obeying those words gained him a slow steady invasion of Zechs's finger, something that left him delightedly breathless and wanton for more. There was nothing that resembled pain in even the slightest manner, and Wufei groaned aloud, shuddering slightly. "Oh, yes, yes, yes..."

Zechs suckled harder on Wufei's shaft, his own now hard and dripping, wanting access to the small tight body that was spread beneath him. But he also wanted to be careful, so careful that his new lover would know only desire and bliss. He stretched and probed until he found the soft nub of Wufei's prostate, rubbing against it softly and wanting to do so much more...

That touch brought a dramatic gasp from Wufei, his eyes flying wide open as his back arched and he cried out, loud and ringing. "AHHH!!! ZECHS!!! OH, GOD!!!!"

While the feeling was at its most intense, Zechs slipped in another finger. The first kept rubbing Wufei's sweet spot, while the other stretched him further open. With a soft hum, he nuzzled his way down to the soft, heavy balls that rested in the palm of his hand and took one into his mouth, sucking softly at it.

Head tossing from side to side now, Wufei absolutely wailed. "Zechs!!! If you don't, if you, I can't, I'm oh GOD!" Both hands had somehow become tangled in Zechs's hair and Wufei was tugging on it, trying to get him up closer. He wanted... wanted.... Zechs let the younger man's hands pull him up and now he brushed Wufei's mouth with his own, long hair spilling down around them, and his shaft positioned at this quivering entrance. "Do you want it?" he whispered, nudging up between smooth, tight cheeks. "Do you want me give it to you?" His hips moved in tiny motions, pressing forward just enough to ease into that opening. "Now, when you feel me," he murmured against Wufei's lips, "press out, like you don't want me there, and then let your body relax..." With that, he began, very slowly, to press forward into Wufei's tight heat.

With a low gasp, Wufei wrapped his arms tightly about Zechs's shoulders, biting his lower lip as he felt that steady push. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and slid a leg further up Zechs's to press against a hip as he strained slightly, pushing towards the pressure that seemed to be coming deeper and then... "OH!"

Zechs let out a long, raspy breath -- sinking into a heat and tightness like he'd never known. Every move was sweet agony and he had to fight off the urge to plunge in to the hilt. "Ohhhh... Wufei... mine... you're mine..."

"Z...Zechs, it... it... I... I... Oh, GOD, I don't know!" Wufei wailed, shuddering. It almost hurt, and it almost felt good and every inch of him seemed to be made of pure electricity as Zechs shifted, slow and sure. "Oh, God!"

Zechs stopped and pulled out until just the tip of his shaft was in. He looked down at Wufei with concern. "Am I hurting you? I should stop..."

"Don't stop!" Wufei pleaded, holding him close, nerve-endings screaming several things at him at once, most of them very pleasurable things, indeed. "Don't stop, *please*, God, don't stop!"

"Ahhn!" The pleading in Wufei's voice was powerfully arousing. Growling softly, Zechs wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pushed slowly back in, aiming to press against that little nub before sliding the rest of the way in. "Ah, *God* you're so *tight*..."

A loud groan and a steady arch of Wufei's body was the response, his arms tightening further around Zechs as if to ground him in reality. "I'm gonna fly apart," he managed to whisper, trembling, spasming slightly around the heated shaft impaling him. "It's so good...!"

Zechs took a long, deep kiss and then whispered "My boy," against Wufei's lips. Pulling back out slowly, he stared into the younger man's face. "Look at me, love... I want to see you..." and when the ebony eyes were locked onto his, he pushed back in a little stronger this time. "*Mine*... Only mine..."

"Oh...!" Wufei got out, almost hypnotized by the crystalline blue gaze watching him so closely. It felt *so* good, the deep shivering rhythm that was so slow and so *perfect*, Zechs's hands on him, touching, pleasing... "Zechs... love... oh, love you!" he moaned.

"Angel..." Zechs breathed and kiss him again, his hips beginning to move in slightly faster rhythm, lips still brushing over Wufei's with panting breaths. "I love you, too... want you, need you... ohhhh, little boy..." His thrusts became more forceful and he buried his face in Wufei's dark hair, drunk with the feeling of the smaller man's body tight around him.

Soft, steady moans came in response to each shift, little cries that urged him on even as Wufei's hips lifted to his, slamming up finally for the sheer pleasure that each brush within him brought. The feel of his own cock sliding between their bellies was a constant rub that was almost enough to send him over on his own, never mind how Zechs felt inside of him! "Oh, I think... I think I'm....!"

"Come for me, love!" Zechs whispered, lifting Wufei nearly off of the bed to thrust deeper into him. "I want to feel it... ah, *please*..."

The response *that* got him probably frightened the neighbors, for it was all Wufei needed to finish, climax in an exquisite mind-numbing way he'd never felt before, and he nearly screamed as he did, Zechs full inside of him. "AHHH!!!"

The feeling of the tight body, trembling around his shaft, was enough to send Zechs over the edge as well. He wrapped his arms tight around Wufei, lifting him up off of the bed and gave a long groan as he buried himself deep and felt the release wash over him.

Long minutes later, Wufei opened his eyes and sighed, continuing the long slow strokes through Zechs's hair that his fingers were making, deliriously happy and exquisite sated. "Mmmmm," he breathed, shifting ever so slightly beneath the taller man.

Rolling to one side, Zechs pulled Wufei close against him, cupping the back of his head with one hand while the other stroked down the caramel-colored back. "Thank you..." he whispered. "I wish I had words for what I feel, but I don't really... it's just too good..."

"I think I'm dead," Wufei whispered, watching him with a dazed expression that spoke of glorious fulfillment. "I'm dead and you're some sort of angel with a burning sword." He grinned and shifted a bit, sighing. "Oh, yeah. That's just what you are..."

"Mmmm, hope I didn't burn you too much," Zechs murmured, nuzzling behind Wufei's ear. "I want more of you later and I can't have you if you're a little pile of ashes..."

With a sigh, Wufei whispered, "I'm melting... oh, I'm melting, all my beautiful wickedness..." Then, unable to help himself, he gave a breathless laugh and shivered. "Mmm!"

"Oooh -- that would make you brown sugar," Zechs said, "and I could lick you right up!" He made good on his word by licking the inside of Wufei's ear and then kissing him thoroughly.

The result of that was a little more laughter, and then sighs, and then replete little sounds that almost seemed to sing. "I can't believe I'm here in bed with you," Wufei said finally, blissfully, closing his eyes and almost purring.

Zechs made a soft growling noise and nibbled at Wufei's neck. "Why is that so hard to believe?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm," Wufei purred, sighing deeply. "'Cause it didn't seem like we were *ever* gonna get naked soon enough. I've never felt like that in my whole life." Zechs laughed softly, tracing Wufei's profile with a finger. "And here I was using every ounce of willpower I had not to go too fast," he said in mock regret. "We could have been screwing like rabbits two weeks ago."

"I'd have died from terminal overload or something," he was informed as Wufei fought a yawn and lost. "Just the thought of it's almost enough to start me up again..."

Zechs gave him another kiss, gentle but thorough. "I'll allow you a nap if you hold that thought," he whispered, his own eyes closing.

"Okay," Wufei agreed, yawning again. He was wrapped arm in arm in tangled limb with Zechs, he was replete, he was incredibly happy...

He was asleep.

It was dark when Zechs woke up two hours later. Wufei was still asleep, tangled comfortably in his arms and for several minutes the blond man lay still, savoring the feeling of his companion's warmth. Then, very gently, he leaned down and kissed the side of Wufei's neck, nuzzling it and drinking in the warm scent of him. "Wufei? I'm going to make us something to eat -- do you want to come with me or get some more sleep?"

"Hmmmm?" Wufei asked sleepily, tilting his head for Zechs before nuzzling back. "Mmm, I'm hungry. I'll go with you. I think. As soon as I wake up, I will..."

"Maybe I can help," Zechs murmured, claiming Wufei's mouth in long, passionate kisses. "Mmmm... Wufei... so glad you're here with me..."

"Wow," Wufei whispered after a few more kisses just like that one. "Me, too. I'm starving, Zechs."

"Ha! Such a romantic you are!" Zechs said, rolling his eyes. "All right then, Come along." He rose and pulled on some shorts and ran his hands through his hair, waiting for Wufei to get dressed.

It soon became apparent that the Chinese man had absolutely no modesty as he simply tilted his head and watched Zechs watching him before shrugging and saying, "I came in them. I'll go naked."

"*I* certainly don't mind," Zechs said, smiling broadly and folding his arms in front of him. "But you could wear a pair of mine if you want.

"That's okay," Wufei replied, shrugging slightly. "I, uh... I brought spares, if it comes down to it. I'd rather have a bath before I put them on, though. I'm sticky," he said sheepishly, "to go with being hungry."

"Well then," Zechs said, grinning, "follow me naked boy." He headed out to the kitchen and began rummaging around in the refrigerator. "I have maple ham, smoked turkey, and provolone. Any or all of those sound acceptable?"

"Got mustard and mayonnaise?" Wufei questioned, leaning against a counter and glancing around.

Zechs's kitchen, much like the rest of the house, was meticulously neat. A large window offered a view of the porch and front yard just above the old fashioned porcelain double sink. Brand new faucets adorned a natural wood counter and white cabinets ringed the room, a white tile-top table sitting in the center with four chairs around it, a bowl full of fruit in the center.

Zechs put the meat and cheese on the table and then turned back to the refrigerator, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Have I got mustard and mayonnaise?" he asked suavely. "I have an *obscene* amount of mustard and mayonnaise, and you wanna know why?" He smirked over at the naked boy. "I'll tell you why. My cousin Ingrid lives in New Mexico -- runs a bed and breakfast outside of Taos, obviously a black sheep just like me. *Anyway*, she gets all these samples of funky condiments and stuff from food distributors and sends most of them to me. Black sheeps sticking together, I guess. *So* in terms of mustard I have --" and here he began pulling tiny wooden crates with equally tiny sealed jars in them out of the fridge -- "smokey onion, lemon, balsamic vinegar and herb, dill, and sugar pecan."

Moving the tiny mustard jars forward with one long forearm, he continued pulling out jars and crates. "As for mayo, I've got chipolte, pesto, lemon dill, and ortega."

Taking a deep breath, Zechs closed the refrigerator door and stood with his back to it, arms folded, looking at Wufei. "And if you insist, I also have Hellman's and French's."

By that point, there was a grin on Wufei's face that couldn't have been wiped off for the world. "Hellman's and French's is fine, for now. We can experiment sometime when I'm not starving, maybe. You're a black sheep, huh? Funny, I didn't know black sheeps looked like you, or I'd have been looking harder!"

Zechs opened the fridge again and pulled out the two jars he gotten at the local supermarket, then reached into small pantry cupboard and took down the bread. He carried them all over to the table and sat down, preparing the assemble the sandwiches. "Silverware's in that drawer you're leaning so suggestively against," he said casually. "Either you can get it and we eat, or *I* can get it... and you get attacked again. It's your choice really. As for black sheep -- anyone in my family who lives outside of Minnesota is a black sheep. The farthest we're allowed to go is Minneapolis and even that's considered to be 'making a statement'."

As much as Wufei thought he'd *enjoy* being 'attacked' again, he was of the general opinion that refuelling first would probably be necessary, so he turned around and rummaged about for a couple of knives before moving to the table and laying them down. "Hmmm," he said, frowning slightly. He didn't want to sit in the chair when he was sticky and...

It occurred to him suddenly that he *was* sticky -- sticky and *leaking*. Hot faced, he looked at Zechs, opened his mouth and told him, "We forgot to use a condom."

Zechs looked up at him sharply, his face immediately taking on an agonized expression. "Shit," he breathed, staring at Wufei, and then put the knife down and stood, walking to Wufei and wrapping his arms around him. They were both quiet for a moment and then Zechs spoke again, slowly. "I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but I've only had unprotected sex twice in my life: the first time we were both virgins and the second time we'd both been cleared as negative." He pressed his face to Wufei's hair and added, "I got tested when I came here, too -- about six weeks ago and I'm still negative. Oh, I'm *sorry*! I'm so *sorry*!" "Zechs!" Wufei said, breathing a sigh of relief and holding the other man tightly. "It's all right! It's okay, really! I mean, if you're clean, then we shouldn't worry about anything, right? Really. I mean, there was Trowa, but we never went beyond oral sex and, well, you know, he didn't do it with anybody but me... well, until that blond bimbo came along, but that's a different story, and I found out right at first, so, you know... It's okay, Zechs!"

"I just don't want you to think of *me* as a blond bimbo," Zechs said, voice muffled by Wufei's hair. "I would never want to do anything that might hurt you, and it was really stupid of me not to stop and put one on..."

A little snort came from Wufei as he turned his face up and looked at Zechs. "You've never been a bimbo in your *life*," he said. "It's probably not even the bimbo's fault, come to think of it, but that's another story. Look, it's okay. I mean, you said you were okay, right? And I obviously trust you. I mean..." He flushed. "I slept with you. I'd *better* trust you at least some!"

"I wouldn't lie to you," Zechs said, "and I *can* be trusted. It all just felt so good... oh, *damn*, I love you!" His arms tightened around Wufei and he held him tightly.

His face was a little smushed, but it was a pleasant sort of smush, and Wufei hugged Zechs back, pleased to be *exactly* where he was. "I love you, too, Zechs," he said softly, sighing before a loud rumble came from his mid section. "Um..."

The blond man let him go and leaned down to the level of Wufei's stomach. "Yes, yes, all right!" Zechs said, "I haven't forgotten you!" Giving the smaller man a quick kiss, he turned back to the table and murmured, "Bring your stomach this way..."

"My starving stomach," Wufei said wryly, plopping himself down and sitting atop a leg. He wasn't too sure he wanted to be leaking on Zechs's chair!

Zechs had sandwiches ready in under two minutes and handed Wufei one on a plate before rising from the table to fetch bottles of water and a bag of what looked, possibly, like potato chips. He opened the bag and sprinkled some on Wufei's plate.

"You have to try at least a couple of these," he said. "Dill potato chips -- come all the way from Minnesota, packed lovingly by my mother who thinks I'll stop being Scandinavian if I don't eat them once a week."

"Oooo! I *LOVE* those things!" Wufei told him, promptly popping one into his mouth and nearly dying of pure bliss. God, sex made you *hungry*!! "My aunt Mei used to make my uncle get up in the middle of the night to get them for her the last time she was pregnant. He finally started just special-ordering a box of them all the time, and then she didn't want them anymore, and he had a whole box left." Black eyebrows wriggled as he ate another one and grinned at Zechs. "They were *mine*. I had to fight my cousin Meiran off of them, but I won!"

"Good lord, it can't be true!" Zechs said and then added teasingly, "I'll have to tell my mother that I've met a wonderful guy who loves dill potato chips. She'll want to adopt you -- *and* your cousin, I expect."

Thoughtfully, Wufei paused in mayonnaising his bread and looked at Zechs. "Um... You know, if this is none of my business, you can just tell me, right? But... do your parents know? I mean, that you're... you know? Gay?" Nodding, Zechs finished a bite of sandwich. "They know in a sort of *intellectual* way," he said. "I told them when I was an undergraduate and I suppose for die-hard Lutherans they took it pretty well." He took a long drink of water. "But I know in their hearts they're both thinking that one of these days I'm going to meet the right girl and become an ultra-breeder. How about you?"

"Mom and Aunt Mei know. Meiran knows. I introduced them to Trowa, even. Even my Aunt Fan-Lin knows, and she's from China. I... haven't told my Dad. Can't stand to disappoint him, I guess. You know. 'Dad's tough little man' and all that," Wufei said, flushed, the corners of his mouth turning down a little. "I'm afraid it would break his heart and he wouldn't love me anymore if he knew."

Zechs frowned, too, and extended his leg under the table to brush against Wufei's shin. "I can see how you'd be worried about his response," he said, "but being gay doesn't mean you aren't masculine. He took another bite of sandwich and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "But tell me -- do you really think he only cares about that? Nothing else about you?"

"No," Wufei said solemnly, "I mean... I *know* he loves me, but what if... Well. Just what if, I guess." The feel of Zechs's leg against him was a comfort, and he smiled slightly. "I know I'll have to tell him. I guess maybe it just didn't seem as important to tell him before, or as terrible, all at the same time."

Because Wufei could live without his father knowing about Trowa. Zechs, on the other hand... it'd kill him if he got rejected, though.

Zechs smiled and reached across the table, picking up Wufei's hand and kissing it. "Give it some more time," he said softly. "You'll figure out how to tell him. I know you will." He put down the hand, glance at Wufei's plate and gave the younger man a mock glare. "Now *eat*! You'll need your strength for later."

"Later, huh?" Wufei asked, curiosity more than piqued. "That sounds promising," he told Zechs, picking up his finished sandwich and biting into it. Until the taste hit him, he hadn't even half-realized how hungry he was! "Mmmm!"

Zechs did the same, and for awhile they ate in companionable silence. When he finally took a break, Zechs put his half-eaten sandwich down and said, "So, do you come from a big family?"

"Not really," Wufei replied. "I'm an only child. My mom's sister, Aunt Mei, has twins, Meiran and Mei Lin, and we used to play together a lot when we were kids. Now, my dad's got a sister *and* a brother, and I have lots of cousins there, but they're all in China and the only one who ever gets to come see us is Aunt Fan-Lin. Dad doesn't want to go back to China -- like I told you, he's a doctor, and they weren't really happy about him leaving, he had some problems with staying here in the U.S. because of it, so we've never been to see them or anything."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Zechs said, looking at Wufei thoughtfully. "Having family like that in another country is a great opportunity, you know? Get to experience that other culture that's part of you. I hope *you* at least get to go someday."

Wufei grinned at him. "One day. I want to see all the artwork and national treasures. Doesn't everybody? Great Cathay, the land of dragons and all that, right?"

"Hmm, yes," Zechs said in a dreamy voice, resting an elbow on the table and gazing over at the dark-haired boy. "I can see you there, dragons and all."

Another bite, a swallow, and Wufei winked. "The great Norse god and the dragon, hm?"

Zechs smiled slowly. "I'm not sure if the Swedes or the Norwegians ever made it to China. I think they cut their losses in North Dakota and decided not to go any further west -- or east, as it were..."

"Yeah, but you look a little more adventurous than the average Minnesoo~ootan," Wufei said with a wink.

"Mmm," Zechs agreed, "yes, true -- otherwise I wouldn't be sitting in Georgia eating dinner with a Chinese boy who's more delicious than my sandwich... even if he *does* make fun of my accent." He took another bite and winked back at Wufei.

"It's cute," Wufei told him seriously. "The way you say it, it's cute. It makes my mouth go all funny trying to say it!"

Platinum eyebrows wriggled above a nearly-gone turkey sandwich. "I can think of other things to make your mouth go all funny..."

His dark companion flushed, shifting to sit on his other calf, slightly uncomfortable. "Me, too!"

"You look very restless sitting there," Zechs said. "Would you rather eat in bed? I could change the sheets if you make a couple more sandwiches."

"We'll get crumbs in the bed," Wufei warned.

Zechs leaned forward. "Would you rather have crumbs or sit their like a perching bird?" he asked good naturedly. "Or are you full and ready for a shower?"

Ohhh, now *there* was an offer Wufei didn't think he could refuse. He could probably eat another sandwich (he *had* been starving!), but his hunger was momentarily sated, and a shower sounded *really* good right about then. "Can we shower?"

Zechs's eyes flickered briefly to his empty plate and then came back to Wufei. "You bet -- let's go," he said and stood grabbing one more mouthful of dill chips before leading the way to the bathroom.

A short trip down the hall that led to Zechs's bedroom also led to the bathroom. It was obviously a small converted bedroom, since the room was much larger than any bathroom from the house's era should have been, but it allowed for both a shower *and* a claw-foot tub, something that Wufei fell in love with at first sight. "Oh, wow..."

Zechs was reaching for towels when he heard Wufei. He turned to smile at him seductively, but the younger man had eyes only for his bathtub, so Zechs turned back to the cupboard and pouted. "Does that mean you'd prefer a bath?"

"*YES*," Wufei answered. "Yes, yes, yes *and* yes! With you...?"

"Mmmm," Zechs said, noticing that he was lapsing back into his more taciturn Minnesota personality. "How hot do you like the water?"

"As hot as I can stand it, usually," Wufei admitted. "It always seems to loosen things up, and baths are just wonderful -- especially after you spend a couple of hours with the goats!"

Zechs turned around, towel in hand and whapped Wufei on the side of the head with it. "Are you comparing having sex with me to spending time with the goats?" he said in mock outrage. "And after I offered to share my chipolte mayonnaise, too..." Another whap.

With a helpless laugh, Wufei darted from the towel and slid beneath Zechs's aim and arm, leaning up and offering his face, wanting a kiss. "Mmm, no, but I was hoping we could, ahm.... you know, get in the bath and maybe...."

"Oh, *now* he wants nookie," the blond replied, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Well, I *suppose* I could be convinced." He leaned down and kissed the upturned mouth, long and slow, letting his tongue explore the heat inside. They broke off gently, reluctantly, and Zechs murmured, "I'll start the water, you can decide if it's bath oil or no bath oil." He pointed to one of the cabinets and then brushed past Wufei, stripped off his shorts, and leaned over the tub to start the water.

Unable to resist the temptation, Wufei reached out and fondled his rear, laughing slightly at the shiver that gained him before kissing the small of Zechs's back. "I'll get the bath oil," he said huskily, almost ready to purr. Ohhh, life was *definitely* good!!

Trying not to squeak at the touch, Zechs looked back at Wufei and raised an eyebrow. "Patience, my boy," he murmured, and then stepped into the tub, sliding back to give Wufei room.

"Patience?" Wufei asked, waving a small bottle of jasmine-scented oil before dolloping a fair amount into the water. "What's that?" That said, he slid into the water, gasping slightly at the heat even as he settled down so that he rested in Zechs's lap, leaning back against his chest. "Mmmm, perfect."

"Yes, it *is*," Zechs murmured, sliding his arms around the warm, slippery boy. He buried his face in Wufei's hair and stroked long fingers over his smooth chest. "Wufei..."

"So," Wufei said after a few second's blissful stillness. "What is this? With us. I mean, Zechs, I... I really *do* love you. I know it's only been a few weeks, and... and that doesn't seem like much, but..."

"I love you, too," Zechs said, "but I'm not sure what you mean by 'What is this?' I must be dense tonight -- can you be more specific?"

Drawing a deep breath, Wufei laid his head back against Zechs's shoulder. "Well... I guess... are we dating? Are we more than dating? Are we less than dating? I guess this, with you, feels sort of... honeymoon-ish," he admitted, flushing hotly. "I'm sorry if you don't feel that way, but maybe that's what it feels like to me..."

Zechs reached down and cupped Wufei's chin, lifting his head so that they could look each other in the eye. "Wufei," he whispered, "when you and I are on our honeymoon, there will be no mistaking the fact. Consider this your courtship..."

Dark eyes darted down to Zechs's lips, lashes closing slowly as he leaned forward to steal the tall blond's mouth passionately, adoringly. He'd said 'when', not 'if', and Wufei knew in that moment that he was utterly lost!

The kiss went on, Zechs unwilling to break it. It had been so sudden and yet he had never been more sure about anything in his life. There was a soft, throbbing warmth beginning to make itself noticed between his legs and it seemed that there simply wouldn't be enough hours in the night to make love to Wufei as much as he wanted to in that moment.

Parting momentarily, Wufei rubbed his cheek against Zechs's chin, his own reaction more than a little obvious. "I think maybe it's illegal to be this happy," he murmured, sighing deeply. "It probably should be. I feel like if I get any *happier*, I'll fly all to pieces..."

Zechs tightened his arms around Wufei. "Don't you dare," he said protectively. "I need my Wufei all in one piece." With that, he let his hand trail down until it brushed the stiffening member between Wufei's legs.

A high-pitched whine escaped Wufei's lips as he squirmed momentarily with that touch. "Oh, God, I've died and this is heaven, I know it, and you're the angel that's going to be keeping me for eternity!"

The tight arms around Wufei turned him deftly so that he faced Zechs, straddling his hips. "Kiss me," he whispered. "Kiss me until I don't know where I am..."

Wufei had no problems with that, arms wrapping around Zechs's neck and holding him tight, the water hot and soothing around them as he rubbed his hard length against Zechs's, almost purring with the wonder of emotions and the sheer amount of *feeling* that ran through him just then. "This is perfect," he murmured against those lips, stealing them again and again in the most delightful of ways.

Zechs's hands were everywhere, sliding over the younger man's oil-slicked body, down along his back and over his hips to ghost along a heated crack and settle finally, cupping the globes of Wufei's bottom, by turns squeezing them and pulling them gently apart. "Uhhhn, sweet boy..." he whispered. "You devastate me..."

"Oh, that feels good," Wufei whispered, squirming back to Zechs's touch. "I want to. I want to be part of you, and you to be part of *me*, and..." His mind didn't seem to be working, though, Zechs's hands making him even hotter as he pushed against the blond man. "Ohhh...!" "Nnnnn..." Capturing Wufei's mouth in a long, heated kiss, Zechs brushed a fingertip against the smaller man's entrance, moaning at the heat he found there. As he rubbed at it softly, his mouth trailed down over Wufei's jaw and throat, sucking softly at the damp skin as his finger pressed just the slightest bit inward.

Lips parting in a gasp, Wufei surged forward to press against Zechs's belly, eyes flaring open, the expression in them positively *melting*. "OH!"

Zechs only response was a low, deep growl and his sucking grew firmer as one hand spread Wufei's cheeks and he pushed his finger in just a bit more -- enough that Wufei would know he'd been penetrated, but not enough to really satisfy. He rubbed it in and out, in tiny motions and gave a long lick to the hollow of Wufei's throat.

"Zechs, that..." Wufei whispered, shuddering. His throat was so *sensitive*, and Zechs's hands were driving him crazy! "Zechs..." His own palms were pressed to the golden man's chest, fingers lightly making swirling passes over the kernels of hard nipples. As his rear pushed back, hoping for more from that touch (even if he *was* a bit sore), he groaned. "Oh, Zechs..."

The finger slid in deeper, brushing Wufei's prostate and pausing to rub it thoroughly. Zechs was pressing open-mouthed kisses to the younger man's shoulders and growling happily as a second finger pushed up inside Wufei.

"Oh!" Wufei said again, mind momentarily lost, adrift as Zechs touched the place inside of him that had felt so good earlier. "Oh, *GOD*, damn, oh, oh, oh!"

Now Zechs lifted him up, enough that the blond man's lips could brush against the perk of Wufei's nipples. The fingers scissored back and forth, stretching him gently and occasionally pulling out and probing back in over that sweet spot. When they were fully seated in him again, Zechs took a lick at one stiff nipple before he closed his mouth over it and began to suckle.

A veritable cacophony of pleasured sounds rang out through the bathroom, the tile bouncing it back to him. Wufei's hands moved up to clutch at Zechs's head, wrapping in strands of hair that were half-wet and half-dry as he held on tightly, needing to be grounded in the reality of Zechs's touch. "I'm.... I'm... OH!"

Moving to the other nipple, Zechs slid a third finger in and moved his other hand to stroke the stiffened shaft between Wufei's legs. /Nearly ready... nearly ready for me.../

"Please, Zechs, please, Zechs, please, Zechs," was a constant raw-voiced litany, Wufei sore and excited and utterly delighted, wanting more and more and more. "Oh, GOD, yes!"

Zechs lifted his head and watched through half-lidded eyes as he gently pushed Wufei downwards, towards his waiting shaft.

Being penetrated deeply for the second time was a cross between slightly uncomfortable and unbearably pleasurable. Wufei pulled Zechs close to him, kissing him hard, deliciously, fingers once again roaming to thumb carefully at his nipples even as he groaned into the wonderful warmth of Zechs's mouth. "Perfect..." he managed to get out, shuddering.

Hands soothed at Wufei's hips until he was completely settled, then one slid around and once more grasped his erection. The bath oil allowed Zechs's hand to slide easily over the turgid flesh and he moaned softly into Wufei's mouth at the mere feel of it, alive and throbbing there in his hand.

"Use me, *sweet* boy..." he murmured between kisses. "Make yourself come..."

The invitation was almost unbearable as Wufei brought his knees to bear upon the bottom up-curve of the tub, gasping as he shifted up and down steadily, the sloshing water a delicious background of sound as he shuddered. "Oh... oh... oh, yes, oh, God, oh, yes!" Zechs leaned his head back and just watched, the sight before him one of the most intensely erotic he'd ever seen. Wufei's little body moved in sensuous curves and presses, his mouth open, eyes closed. The feeling of that tight shaft, squeezing and spasming around him, made him whimper and buck. "God, Wufei... take it deeper, oh *please!*"

Slowly, taking deep breaths, Wufei pushed down, down, the gleam of his eyes concentrating on Zechs's face. Past the pleasure-place he liked so much, deeper and deeper, and then he felt the soft fullness of Zechs's balls pressed against him, almost between his cheeks, it was so close, and he let out a resonant aching groan, shuddering as his back arched slightly. He was so *full*, and it felt so damned good, exquisite, *perfect*! "Mmmm...!"

The feeling of those smooth globes pressing against his thighs was maddening. "Oh... *yes*..." Zechs groaned, closing his eyes and stroking Wufei more firmly. "God you feel amazing..."

"I want to move," Wufei whispered, shifting ever so slightly, but more in the direction of Zechs's root than away towards the tip. "And I don't want to, too, I want to stay right here, just like this, for always..."

"Mmmm... such a perfect fit," Zechs murmured, nuzzling against Wufei's damp skin. Do what you like, love -- it all feels so *good*..."

For a while, Wufei remained as he was: kissing Zechs and rocking back and forth slowly, Zechs's erection brushing wonderfully inside of him. The urge to move, though, was impossible to resist, and so finally, he did, pulling himself up a short space and then pushing back down until he was moving wildly and crying out against his lover, arms wrapped tightly around his neck to ground him in reality.

The friction of it made an agony of pleasure and Zechs hand began to slide faster along Wufei's erection, the other hand steadying his hips. It was so erotic just to lie back and feel the smaller man working himself along Zechs's shaft, and Wufei himself seemed to glow with a dark, exotic beauty, all creamy skin, pert nipples, and pleasured sounds.

"Wufei... I... close... so *close*..."

"Yes," Wufei panted, back arching. Oh, God, he was going to come again, and it was almost unbearable! "Yes, yes, YES, OH!!!"

With a long, hoarse cry, Zechs came, bucking his hips upward as far as he could and letting his head drop further back onto the tile. The feeling of flooding the younger man was blissful, and he wanted it to go on forever. To Wufei, it seemed as though it did. For a while, he drifted sleepily atop Zechs, sated and almost purring, but eventually the water began to turn cool and he sighed. "We should get out," he said dreamily, noting that the moon was now shining through the window. "We should dry off..."

Instead, he leaned down and kissed his new lover, slow and sweet, tongue lapping at lips and teeth. "Mmmm."

Zechs broke off very gently and then, in one movement, stood up and lifted Wufei in his arms, so that the smaller man's legs were wrapped around his hips. "Mmmm, quick shower first," he murmured against Wufei's mouth. Then he opened the shower stall and turned on the water.

Still wrapped around Zechs, Wufei laughed, kissing him again. "You're lucky you didn't fall just then, and break something vital."

"Never!" said Zechs, stepping into the stall and only then letting Wufei down. He held the younger man under the shower head and watched as steamy water spilled down caramel skin. It made him want him all over again. He reached for the soap and ran the lather all over Wufei's body. "Mmm... What a sight you are..."

"A sleepy satiated sight," Wufei sighed, almost purring as those soap hands stroked over him. His own hands were shortly covered, as well, and these slithered everywhere, under arms, down Zechs's belly, across his hips, between his cheeks -- everywhere.

"Mmmm... sleepy and satiated, eh? Well then, should I dry you off and drive you home?" he said teasingly.

"Do I have to go home?" Wufei asked, disappointed. "I mean... I'm sorry, that was rude of me, I shouldn't have assumed..."

"Why not?" Zechs asked, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller man. I was assuming the same thing..." He nuzzled at Wufei neck, warm and wet and fragrant with the smell of spicy soap. "No I was just teasing you because you sounded like you'd had enough of everything. Maybe you'd have enough of me, too..."

"No!" Wufei protested, sighing slightly. "No such thing! Just, I really would like to sleep for a while, with you, I mean, that is..." Lord, his tongue was as clumsy tonight as his feet usually were!

"Don't worry," Zechs said, putting a finger to Wufei's lips, "I understand. Why don't you finish up in here and I'll get some towels." He gave his new lover a long, deep kiss and then ducked out of the shower.

With a deep sigh, Wufei finished rinsing off and turned off the shower before peeking out to look for Zechs.

The tall blond was picking up the towels he had gotten out earlier. He put them on the counter and then squeezed water out of his long hair into the sink.

For a while, Wufei just watched him there, half bent over, lovely glistening gold hair being squeezed, even beautiful when it was wet. He let out a sigh of pure pleasure and almost melted -- oh, this was wonderful!

Zechs turned at the sound, throwing damp hair back over his shoulder, the sound of it a soft, wet slap against his skin. He looked at Wufei and tilted his head a bit, smiling softly. "What are you doing, just standing there?"

"Watching you," Wufei said softly.

"Well, now I don't have to feel so guilty about standing and staring at you," Zechs answered. He held out a large, soft white towel. "May I dry you off?"

Without a bit of modesty in the world, Wufei stepped right out onto the bath mat and moved forward, leaning up on his toes and kissing Zechs hard. When they parted, he looked sheepish. "I really hope you've got an extra toothbrush, 'cause I didn't bring mine, and I'd hate to think what my mouth will taste like come morning." "Mmm... you may be in luck," Zechs murmured, capturing that mouth again, "and frankly Scarlett, I don't *care* what you'll taste like in the morning because whatever it is, I'm *having* it." Any possible protests were cut off Zechs's lips on Wufei's.

When they parted again, Wufei was grinning from ear to ear, and still sopping wet. "Sounds great to me," he said deliriously. "Perfect, even."

Zechs wrapped the towel around him and began to pat him dry, stealing kisses as he did. Then he draped the towel over Wufei's head and rubbed until the glossy black hair was only damp. As the younger man's head emerged from the towel, Zechs had to laugh at the site of him, all mussed and sleepy. "Stay there," he said, "let me get the dryer."

Wufei perked up somewhat at that, the thought of it suddenly quite nice. "Mmm, sounds promising," he sighed, rubbing an eye.

Zechs's blow dryer was on a long, retractable cord and pulled it over to where Wufei was standing. Turning it on high, he let warm air flood over the glossy silk of the younger man's hair, using long fingers to gently separate the strands as they slowly dried. Every once in a while, he let the nozzle of the dryer slip a little, sending a wash of warm air over Wufei's back, or buttocks, or nipples.

By the time his hair was dry, he was absolutely purring, and kissing Zechs as often as he could, too, despite the fact that the other man was still wet. "It's my turn now," Wufei told him, stealing the hair dryer and going to work. Even sleepy, it was fun to dry so much hair and watch it wisp around in the heated air, and Wufei was quite enjoying it, pressed close to a rapidly warming Zechs.

Being the true Minnesotan he was, Zechs closed his eyes and drank in every bit of warmth the dryer offered. There were few things more sensual to him than the feel of just-dried hair brushing over his back, or warm air blowing over his skin. "Mmmm... better leave it at that," he murmured, "or I'll get all worked up again..."

"And we've already had a bath *and* a shower," Wufei answered sleepily, cutting off the hair dryer with reluctance. "Need to brush teeth and change the sheets..."

"You load up the brushes," Zechs said, pointing to the bathroom cabinet,"and I'll change the sheets. Deal?"

"Deal," Wufei answered, watching as Zechs walked out of the room with a definite gleam in his eye. "How," he asked himself in a whisper once he was alone, "did I ever get this lucky?"

The tall blond came back about three minutes later and they brushed their teeth, Zechs having dug out an unopened toothbrush from a box he hadn't yet opened from his move. When they were done, he led Wufei by hand to the large bed that had been fitted with fresh, white sheets and had also acquired two extra pillows.

"What time should I set the alarm for?" Zechs asked, picking up a small silver clock on his nightstand. "My first class isn't until ten."

"Mine's at eleven," Wufei replied, staying on his side of the bed for only a moment before shimmying up against Zechs. He was glad for the air conditioner and the way it filled the room with cool air -- it made it bearable to be so close when he wanted to much to be.

"So... is 8:30 okay? Does that give you enough time back at your place? Or do you want to show up in class wearing your other clothes?" He winked meaningfully.

Wufei almost purred. "I brought extras," he confessed. "So whenever you would get up is fine."

"Let's keep it at 8:30 then," Zechs said, putting aside the clock and pulling Wufei down to snuggle against him. "That way we can indulge in a little morning mischief..."

"Mmmmhmmmmm," Wufei agreed, closing his eyes and sighing. Oh, this was perfect. Just *perfect*...

End of Part 4

* Good day/How are you?

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