I wish I were you
Another amorous encounter
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18. Another amorous encounter
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> glanced at his watch for the 7th time in five minutes. Time
just goes by so agonizingly slowly when you have to wait for something! His
headache had subdued a bit. That nap had done him good.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei, time is not gonna go any faster just
by staring at your watch every ten seconds,” Quatre grinned, looking up from
the deciphering of his puzzle book.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I know, but I’m just so nervous.” Wufei
slightly bounced up and down in his chair in pleasant impatience. It was a very
rare sight, and if Duo had been in the room, he’d have taunted the hell out of
him, most definitely.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Just relax, Wufei,” Trowa
said in that soothing manner he had. “It’s just Zechs
coming over.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> continued bouncing, threw another glance at his watch,
shriek tearing its way down the stairs.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Three heads snapped up. They heard the shriek coming closer, together
with an amused laughing. It went all the way from the stairs through the hall.
A rush of chestnut hair and naked flesh with only the hint of red boxers flew
past the open door of the lounge room, followed closely by a slant-eyed haze
with a colourful bundle in his hands.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Three heads poked around the door and followed the two dashing outside,
doing a lap around the backyard, then coming back
their way with an alarming speed.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Seemed like Heero had rediscovered the water
pistol.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>They were quick to go back to their seats, not wanting to be ‘overrun’,
so to speak. No sooner had they sat down, when Heero and Duo came bounding in
the lounge room, Heero finally being able to catch Duo and holding the pistol
against his head like a terrorist.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo in vain tried to struggle away from his grip. “Help me! Help me!”
he squeaked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I will kill you,” Heero growled, smiling.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Then Duo managed to kick his lover, on a not too popular place, at
least not for Duo’s foot, making Heero loose his grip. “And then, ladies and
gentlemen, he spoke the legendary words,” he smirked, bowing theatrically to
his ‘audience’.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“So Heero, what did he do now?” Trowa said
soberly, though with an amused sparkle in his eyes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero looked up from the inspection of his abused family jewels.
Fortunately, his boyfriend hadn’t kicked too hard. Damn idiot knew what the
consequences would be, of course. “Check this out,” he said, letting go of the
elastic of his boxers and holding up one of his other boxers. He held the legs
open, revealing a neatly cut open seam. “Idiot wanted to give me a present.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hey, only trying to be helpful,” Duo beamed, dropping down in the
couch next to Quatre. Heero slung himself into a bean bag. It was awkward to
see a bean bag that said with bright red letters ‘I want your
there.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The three other boys burst out in fits of laughter.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wanted to let a new breeze into your sex life, Duo?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I just figured it might be easy sometimes, you know, when we’re both
real horny. I mean, it exists for women, so why not for guys too?” Duo
shrugged. “It’s a hole in the market, I’m telling ya.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Duo, right now, I only see a hole in my boxers,” Heero muttered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, and it will be most lovely when you will be wearing them, Heero,”
Duo said, waving Heero’s comment away. There was a
reason why he had positioned himself intentionally close to Quatre. “Why, hello
Q‑babe,” he sniggered, mischievously bumping his shoulder against
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre blushed and dug back into his puzzle book. “Didn’t I tell you
not to call me that anymore?” he grumbled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What? Love twerp?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know what I mean, Duo. Why can’t you take anything serious?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Oh, but after what happened this morning, I can’t
help but seeing you as a real ‘babe’, you see Quat.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre had to concentrate hard on the Swedish riddle in his book to
stop himself from shivering, until all of a sudden his book was gone, and he
found himself staring at his lap. He glanced aside at Duo, almost cautiously,
and saw him holding the puzzle book up in the air with a challenging smirk on
his pretty face.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He sighed. He felt in no way in the mood to be drawn into such a
childish game. He would’ve, moments ago. But did Duo really have to bring up that
topic, with all the others in the room?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He noticed the suspicious look in Trowa’s
eyes, and knew that the question would follow in a matter of mere seconds.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What happened this morning?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Et
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders casually.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You can say it, you know,” Quatre said. There was no shame to it,
really. He’d been in his room, it’s natural, everybody
does it. This was his house, dammit!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>It was all Duo needed to let the words burst forth from his mouth. “We
walked in on Quatre jerking off this morning!” he cried, like it was the event
of the century.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre really wished he had his puzzle book now, to hide behind, of
course. “At least I was in my own room! You and Heero just screw each other
when and wherever you feel like it!” He looked around the room. The silence was
excruciating. The expression of shock on Wufei and
have to make such a big deal out of it!” he shouted miserably.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I think he’s right, you know,” Heero said. “Jerking off is a very
common thing, and your shock towards him only shows how novice you are when it
comes to sex. I bet you’ve never even done it, jerking off.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Now the shocked faces were looking at Heero.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Did too!”
italic'> Trowa blustered.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Tons of times!”
italic'> Wufei spluttered.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>If only to prove their masculinity.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Good. Then that’s settled. And you, Duo, stop embarrassing Quatre like
that. There was no need for you to bring up this morning’s events again.
Apologize to him.” The water pistol in his lap took a fair bite out of his air
of authorization, but still it had enough effect to make Duo listen to him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo sighed. It was Heero in one of his relentless,
don’t-you-dare-objecting-moods again. He let his arm sag and tossed the puzzle
book on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, Quatre.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s okay.” Quatre could fall down on his knees before Heero and grovel
in gratitude. But he didn’t, he still had his modest pride. “Thank you, Heero,”
he smiled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s no problem at all, Quatre. He has to be kept on a leash every now
and then.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo tisked and shook his head. “Now, let’s
not go spreading bedroom secrets, Heero.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Idiot!”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre groaned inwardly. Dear god in heaven, what where they doing to
him?! Duo sitting so close to him was already hardly bearable. The thought of
Duo with a collar around his neck and a leash wasn’t exactly helpful. This was
getting hard. He was getting hard. Duo was still very warm next to him.
His boxers were soaking, but soaking wet and clung to his body. He could see,
if he dared to steal a glance, the outline of his cock, very well.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo felt Quatre tensing next to him, he wasn’t sure why. “What’s wrong,
little Quatre?” he asked motherly, wrapping an amiable arm around his shoulder
and pulling him closer. “Are you still uncomfortable?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Uncomfortable was an understatement! Quatre’s
breath caught in his throat. Duo’s arm around him, his body
still closer. It was too much, he could feel
his rebellious cock springing alive. Damn his hormones! Close to losing the
last bit of his poor control, he snapped his eyes away from Duo and to the next
person that crossed his vision, lazily hanging in the bean bag: Heero.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Is it still something about this morning?” Duo almost murmured. “We
haven’t apologized about that yet. Would you feel better if we’d apologize?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre swallowed. He set his mind on studying Heero’s
naked chest. That ought to distract him a bit. While Heero was undoubtedly very
hot, his body didn’t have the same effect on him as Duo’s.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Maybe,” he peeped.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay. We’re sorry, Quatre. We really are. Right, Heero?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes,” Heero nodded. “It was very inappropriate of us to just burst
into your bedroom and… ogle you while you were masturbating. We already should
be glad we get to stay here in your beautiful house, and so we have no right at
all to judge what you do in your own house. In fact, if there is someone who
should be ashamed, then it should be me and Duo.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Amen to that,” Wufei grinned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>It all made sense to Quatre, they were right, without any doubt. But it
only half made its way to his mind. His attempts to tame his stubborn hormones
seemed fruitless. Of all moments of the day, his dream had chosen this very
moment to come back and plague him. He could remember everything very vividly.
hard tip of his cock.
from his neck to his ear. His own hands fisted in Heero’s
hair, forcing his head in a rhythm fast enough to assuage the burning in his
loins. His cries of pure joy as he climbed ever higher onto
that pinnacle.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Why did it have to come back now? He was in company!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo wasn’t very comfortable with how Quatre was acting.
It wouldn’t have been such a big deal. If he wasn’t looking at Heero, that is!
Those eyes, he was devouring him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Wait. He remembered something from last night. Yes, he hadn’t paid much
further attention to it, but Quatre’s current
behavior made it forcefully come slamming back to the forefront of his mind.
How he had meticulously been analyzing what Quatre had been telling him, how he
had come to the not so pleasant conclusion that Heero just might be the one he
was in love with. It wasn’t so much a ‘might be’ now. Now he was sure.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You okay, Quat?” he asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre looked at Duo with a jolt, then quickly
looked away again. He was oblivious of the signs he was emitting, but Duo’s
voice jerking him back to the here and now made him all of a sudden very much
aware of them. He wiggled free from Duo’s arm and scrambled upright. “I… need
to pee!” he blurted, scurrying in the direction of the bathroom.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The tension in the air hadn’t gone by unnoticed to the others either.
It had been very awkward, to say the least.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei, you’re doing it again,”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Doing what?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Staring at your watch.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Am not.”
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> really wasn’t doing anything. Trowa’d just
said something to soften the mood a bit, and to change the subject. Though he
was sure Wufei wouldn’t appreciate all the attention.
But he didn’t care. He too liked to pester people sometimes, in his own subtle
way.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to still make it through lunch
without choking on your food from nervousness?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> sent him a glare that clearly said ‘Shut the fuck up!’, but it was too
late.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“What, why?
italic'> What is there to be nervous about?” Duo queried.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Go on, tell him, Wufei,” Trowa
said with a wicked smirk.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> cleared his throat and raised his chin in a dignified way. “I’ve
invited Zechs over for a drink this afternoon,” he
said airily. He jumped slightly when Duo started clapping his hands and whooped
excitedly. He should’ve seen that coming, it was one of those typical exuberant
Maxwell-reactions.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Way to go, Wuffles!” Duo cried. “Why didn’t
I know about that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Because he’s only just bright enough again to remember it,”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> threw Trowa an acid glance. Although in fact
it was true.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But what’s there to be so nervous about?” Duo said. “It’s only
nervous.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s what I told him too,” Trowa said.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Yeah.
italic'> You shouldn’t be afraid of meeting him again. It’s not like he’s gonna
hurt you or anything. I mean, he did care enough to fuck you.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Maxwell, your language!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Wufei scowled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wuffles, shut up!” Duo counter attacked.
“Unless of course…” He paused and tapped his finger against his chin,
pondering. “There are ulterior motives. Yep, that’s it! Wuffles
is hoping for another fuck with his boyfriend!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why do you always have to be so blunt,” Wufei
sighed annoyed, shaking his head.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m not blunt. I’m just being me. It’s not my fault you interpret it
as being blunt, oh your majesty,” Duo said with exaggerated bravura.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> was close to perplexed. The nerve to treat him with such sarcasm!
“Heero, say something,” he demanded.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s true, Duo. You do are a bit blunt sometimes.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo frowned, surprised that his boyfriend would actually side with
someone else. “Am I?” The frown made place for a mischievous look and he slowly
rose from the couch. “Well, guess you’re gonna have to teach me some manners
then, righ Heero?” he grinned seductively, strolling
over to him and straddling him, the water pistol flung to the side.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero smiled as the warm body of his lover encircled him. He could
never resist this. “Guess so,” he breathed. His hands slowly slid down his
smooth back and soon had found their way to his pert buttocks, where they
squeezed gently.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo moaned softly and leaned closer for a hot, deep kiss.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> watched while Duo’s tongue went all the way into Heero’s
mouth, Duo’s hips repeatedly rocking into Heero’s
groin. He exchanged a “there they go again”-look with Trowa,
then looked back. “How do you do that?” he asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?” Duo managed to mumble.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Seize every single opportunity to make the situation into a vulgar
one.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Dragging his tongue reluctantly out of Heero’s
mouth, Duo turned to him with a catlike grin. “Well Wuffles,
I guess it’s an art. And we have mastered that art.” He lifted himself from
on the armrest of Wufei’s chair. He leaned over to
whisper in his ear. “You should learn it too. Then you have a lot more sex.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why would I ever want that?” Wufei
sputtered, squirming away from Duo.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo laughed, a loud musical sound in the
silent lounge room. “Everyone wants sex, Wuffles. By
the way, how’s your headache?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> was surprised that he changed the subject so quickly. “Better, thank
you,” he said, allowing himself to relax a bit.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know what’s a good remedy against a headache?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There had to be a catch, somewhere. “No,” Wufei
said, still a little distrustful.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“A nice, good, hard fuck with you boyfriend.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There you go! “Why am I not surprised hearing that from you?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh, you don’t believe me?” Duo said, arching an eyebrow. He leaned
even closer, and was almost sitting on Wufei’s lap
now. Never knew he had such a defined, musky aroma. Very
lovely. “Once that first surge of pleasure hits you, it overrules
everything, even the pain. And then when your lover constantly pounds his thick
cock into your tight ass, over and over again, that’s all you can feel, and all
that exists in the world. And then you come so hard, and you black out.
And when you wake up again, bye bye head ache. Of
course, that’s just a theory.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> could see it all behind closed eyelids. Not Duo and Heero of course,
that would be ridiculous, but him and Zechs. He was
sweating a bit, his chest was heaving a bit too. His hand had surreptitiously
been creeping down to hide a forming erection, but his hand resting there was
enough of an indication that he was aroused.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice slightly shivering.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?” Duo’s low baritone breathed in his ear.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“M‑making things vulgar.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Dammit, Duo’s breath was
so hot! And he smelled so exquisitely of sugar and fruit.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I know.” Duo sniggered as Wufei’s eyes
snapped open when he gently covered the hand resting on his groin. “You know,
if I were your boyfriend, we would be doing it right now.” He rubbed a bit and
then pushed, pushing Wufei’s hand down with his
against his cock, making Wufei whimper involuntarily.
Wufei had found out that his cock was a very
sensitive part of him, and that the slightest touch could make him tremble with
pleasure. Now was no different.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You should try it with Zechs, this afternoon
when he comes over. Spill some of your drink, ask him
to lick it off. Or, I’m pretty sure he will offer to do so himself. Spill some
more, down your neck, and he will lick that off as
well. Of course, he will see through it, but before you know he’ll be all over
you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Then Duo grabbed his hand and started rubbing it up and down against
his rock hard dick. Wufei willed himself not to like
it. “Stop that,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Just because I have a
boyfriend now, I don’t need to copy your hedonistic lifestyle.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo drew his hand away and stared at Wufei
with an expression of surprise on his face. “What’s with the fancy words,
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> ignored his question. It would be better than to go into discussion
with him. It was probably for the best that Duo had removed his hand from
between his legs, because he was strongly inclined to beat the shit out of him
for touching him there. The only reason why he didn’t do it was because he
didn’t want Heero chasing him around the house for maiming his boyfriend.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t need lessons from you!” he remarked dryly, although he had to
admit that Duo’s advice was most interesting.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sure you don’t,” Duo said with a nonchalant wave of his hand and a
roll of the eyes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre felt it immediately when he came back into the room: a heavy,
thick, very sensual atmosphere hanging in the air. It was almost a given when
Duo and Heero were in the room together, but now it was even more, and the
vision added to it. It was the first thing his eyes fell on,
next to him, on the armrest… with his hand between Wufei’s
legs. And Quatre felt hurt, because the little display reminded him of what
there crying at the kitchen table. You know he doesn’t mean what he says,
Quatre. He likes joking around, he had said. And yes, Quatre was hurt, coz
now he witnessed for himself that it was true. What had happened last night, it
had been nothing special. The demonstration of the
sixty-nine, the session with the dildo, the imaginary fucking with the vibrators.
It had all been Duo’s sex drive. And his own too, probably.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>That kiss
italic'>… Just an accidental touching of lips that never
should’ve happened.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And then what happened later on. Let’s not think about it anymore. Let’s never bring it up again, let’s
burry it, very deep and never dig it back up again,style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'> Quatre’s mind told him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Yes, let’s just forget about it.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Quatre!
italic'> Hey, Q‑boy!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre jumped when he found the very boy he was thinking of standing
right in front of him, stupidly waving a hand across his absent eyes. Damn guy
had a way of sneaking up on people.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“There you are. What took you so long, Quat?”
Duo said with that brilliant smile of his. “Thought you just had to pee?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I… um…” Quatre looked around the room. He was at a loss for words and
it was like he would find them hanging in the air or something. “I still had
other things to do too,” he finally mumbled, looking down.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Had to take a crap?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Duo!”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay, that’s it!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo spun around as he heard the unmistakable shout of his boyfriend. And
it was an angry one.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re going upstairs with me, so I can teach you some manners this
very instant, Duo Maxwell!” Heero growled, snagging Duo’s wrist. He had put up
with it long enough now. It’s not that he had really considered Duo rubbing
turning his gut inside out. Perhaps it was because Duo had the power to turn
every single boy into jelly with his honeyed words and gentle touches.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And Quatre was one of them, one, that Heero knew, liked being at the
receiving end of those words and touches, in spite of the innocent impression
he was trying to give to everyone. Heero saw through it, he always had. Quatre
was very cunning, and during the war, he had feared on many occasions, while he
was away on a solo mission, that he would come back to the safe house and find
Duo having found relief with Quatre. He knew that Duo was sexually as good as
victim. Sweet, innocent, and compliant most of all.
Not to mention provocative if he wanted to be.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>A secret fuck buddy.
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Later, he had tried to dismiss those obsessive thoughts, but found that
hard, because he indeed had become rather obsessed with it. Sometimes he even
dreamt about it, for god’s sake. Then he heard a shaky, breathy moan coming
from Quatre in which he was sure he could recognize Duo’s name. And then he
jerked awake, and found Duo safely in his arms, once again realizing that it
all had been his imagination.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Sometimes Duo woke up too. Then they whispered some nonsense into each
other’s ears, kissed a bit, Frenched
a bit.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And then they fucked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Much to the annoyance of the others, especially
when they lay in the same room.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Besides, if it was really true, then Trowa
and Wufei would’ve told him, right?
Oh no! Doomed! Duo wailed inwardly. Now he
was in for it. He guessed it might’ve been the ‘taking a crap’ bit that had
triggered Heero’s anger. “Number two! Number two, Heero,
okay? See, I’m not being blunt. Heero, lemme
gooo!” Duo whined, furiously trying to pull
his arm away from Heero’s hand, to no avail.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s not just the being blunt, Duo. It’s also this!” Heero said,
pushing the cut open boxers under Duo’s nose. “You’re in deep shit now,
Maxwell. I should start trembling if I were you.” Heero strode away, dragging a
dramatically shrieking Duo behind him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But Heero, I though it would be fuuun! Don’t
punish a poor ignorant fool for his ignorance about you being so terribly,
terribly prudish!” Duo ceased his little tirade as Heero suddenly stopped, and
saw Quatre blocking their way, his eyes worried.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Quatre?”
italic'> Heero asked, suddenly serious.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re… not really going to hurt him, are you?” Quatre said with a
tiny voice, looking from Heero to Duo, then to Heero again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Of course not,” Heero smiled. “It’s only a game. We never hurt each
other, at least not seriously.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, more like pleasuring each other to an unbearable level, right Heero?”
Duo grinned, squeezing Heero’s ass.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Ah yes. Coïtus Interruptus,
does that ring a bell, Duo love?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo moaned softly and felt a shiver run down his spine. “Hmm,
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, my naughty lover. Now, shall we go?” Heero shackled Duo’s wrist
again with his hand and pulled him along behind him. It was remarkable how meek
Duo was all of a sudden.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Sighing in exasperation, Quatre sunk back on the sofa. He smiled when
his shoulders. “Trowa?” he said, leaning his head
against his friend.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, little one?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What does Coïtus Interruptus
mean?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>~*~
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> had to commend Heero and Duo. It had been nearly two hours now since
they’d left for their bedroom, and they hadn’t shown their faces downstairs
ever since. They had even missed out on lunch, which was exceptional for Duo.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He had left the door of his room intentionally open. Not that he liked
hearing them scream so much – wasn’t that the main issue in the house – but
because he needed Duo’s help. So he would just have to wait for him. Even
though he didn’t hear anything at the moment, he still didn’t have the heart to
go take a look. Maybe they were asleep, on their bed, without covers, and – so
help him god – naked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Although he might change his mind about that any
moment now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He looked at his watch again, willing the hands to stop, and at the
same time rush forward. God, he longed to see Zechs
again, craved to hold him against him, but dammit, he
just wasn’t ready yet! He had just taken a shower, that
was fine. Nice, manly perfume, hair was good. Clothes were the main problem
here. He didn’t really follow fashion, and so he didn’t have a clue what was
‘hot’ at the moment; and consequently he didn’t have any ‘hot’ clothes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The closing of a door pulled him from his ponderings. There they were.
All hail, the dead rise from the ashes. After two hours of screwing, they
finally emerged from their room.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>So who could blame him if he had a tendency to call them insatiable?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He dashed to his door and stuck his head out. “Duo,” he said on a
hushed tone, almost as if it was some kind of secret mission he was on.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo looked at him with a bright smile; he still felt a bit on a sexual
high from Heero’s punishment. Ooh, it had been good!
Heero’s punishments always were, but this time… He
had tormented him so exquisitely, almost taking him there, but then roughly
jerking him back again. First he had used a little vibrating egg, then an
actual vibrator, then his tongue, and then ultimately his cock. Then he had let
him come, very hard. He believed he might even have blacked out for a
few moments.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Then they had rested a bit. And then they had fucked again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What’s up, Wuffles?” he asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> sighed at the umptiest misuse of his name.
Actually he should be glad. If Duo started calling him with his real name, then
there was something seriously wrong. “I never thought I would say this, but I
need your help, you know, some advice.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo frowned in genuine surprise. Why, he’d never thought he would live
to see the day that Wufei asked for his advice. “Oh.
Advice,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Like Quatre?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Like Quatre? What… No!” Wufei yelled as the
realization had sunk in. “Dressing advice. I don’t know what I should wear.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Nothing.”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“If you want to get laid you have to come in the nude, man. He’ll know
instantly what you want, there will be no fiddling with clothes, plus we’ll get
an eyeful of you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’ve invited him over for a drink!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sure. A drink of you,” Duo winked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh, shut up,” Wufei grumbled, stepping aside
as Duo swished past him. Normally he would rather dance around naked on
that his beloved book was already discovered and in the clutches of Maxwell
anyway, he figured it couldn’t do any harm.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wuffles, is this all you got?” Duo snorted,
looking over the contents of his wardrobe. “This is piteous, man!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Then again…
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m sorry for not having the same ample choice of clothing as you,
Maxwell,” Wufei groused. “We don’t all waste our money
on the most extravagant latest things.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, you waste it on porn.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hey-!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Can we stick to the point, please?” Heero interfered, much to
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay, okay. So when is our Zechsy boy due to
be here?” Duo asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> threw a swift glance to his watch. “
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo looked at his own watch, and his eyes widened. “That’s in five
minutes!” he yelled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah, well I kept waiting and waiting for you, but you just wouldn’t
get out of your room! Do you realize you have been in there for almost two
hours?!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo waved his hand avoidingly and scampered
out to his own room. A few nervous heartbeats later, he returned with a shirt
and pants. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the curdled expression on
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Leather?”
italic'> Wufei said disapprovingly, scrunching his
nose.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Of course.
italic'> You need tight leather pants to bring out your best assets,” Duo
explained.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And with best assets, you mean my ass?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Evidently, I do. And your cock.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I knew I should’ve asked Heero,”
he groaned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hey, I would’ve said the same,” Heero said, seated comfortably on the
bed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, he would’ve,” Duo grinned. “Except perhaps, he’d
have said front and posterior. Now, get undressed, already,” he said,
tugging at the sash of Wufei’s robe.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hey, do you mind?!” Wufei yelled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Frankly, no,” Duo shrugged carelessly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Give me those,” Wufei grumbled, snagging the
clothes from Duo’s hand and stomping off towards the bathroom. “And don’t
peek!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Wouldn’t dare.”
italic'> Duo sniggered and sprawled on the bed next to Heero. He landed with a
loud thud and draped an arm over his eyes. It felt like a tangle of confusion
and worries in his chest, constricted around his heart.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero leaned on an elbow next to him, the sigh his boyfriend blew out
letting him know that something was obviously troubling him. “What’s wrong,
sweetie?” he asked, brushing his fingers through Duo’s hair. It was still a bit
mussed from their love making, his braid loose in a few places. He had to admit
that he liked him that way.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo just shrugged.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s Quatre, isn’t it?” Heero said. He backed away a bit when Duo
unexpectedly veered up again, little fiery flecks in his eyes. “Did you see the
way he was looking at you?!” he growled, as if angry with Heero.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“As the matter of fact, I did. What was that about?” In his mind he
relived the moment in the lounge room, seeing that longing expression again on
Quatre would have feelings for him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I think he has a crush on you, Heero. He talked to me about it, and I
said I wouldn’t tell anyone, but this concerns us too.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Did he say to you he has a crush on me?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well… he didn’t say that,” Duo said, slumping
his shoulders. “He told me he was in love with someone, someone else than
know him very well.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“And?”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And… that’s it,” Duo shrugged.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And from that you gather he has a crush on me? Me of
all people? Duo, it could be anyone.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But it’s someone from the five of us!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Did he say that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, but-“
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“So you can’t know it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But it might be. Who else except for us five do we know very well?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Zechs,” Heero offered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Impossible. Zechs was still single at that
time. Wufei
you. You are seeing me, it might very well be you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Might be…” Heero sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Is
this all you’re basing this on, Duo? Might be?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He could think
of plenty of things to retort with, to prove his right, but didn’t feel like
arguing, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. For once.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“In any case, if it is, then it would become very complicated.
sauntering around a bit in the room.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“How do you…?” Duo screwed his eyes half shut. Had he let something
slip in his sleep or something? “How do you know that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t know,” Heero shrugged, staring at a poster of a dragon. “Call
it gay intuition. Or not even that, Trowa’s body
language says it all.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Right…” Duo said thoughtfully. Oh, Heero could have gay intuition, but
when he brought up the possibility that Quatre might have a crush on him…
“Okay. But then we still don’t know why Quatre was looking at you like that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The question would have to wait. A heavy “Ding-dong” sounded through
the house, and Wufei burst out of the bathroom,
hastily zipping up his pants.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He’s here!” he yelled, excitedly, and bolted to the door. “Thanks, you
guys!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Shit, we’re not dressed yet either!” Duo cursed. He followed
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> had to admit he was impressed. The address Wufei
had given him had brought him to an antique looking, iron gate where he had to
stop and identify himself. Quatre had greeted him most cheerfully, and as the
gate chimed open, he’d driven along a slinging driveway, trimmed with blooming
magnolia trees, until he saw the massive building that was Quatre’s
‘country house’ looming up from behind the trees. He smiled to himself. No
doubt in his mind that the house had already seen lots of remarkable stuff
happening, with Heero and Duo around. Oh, if only the walls could talk…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He stopped in front of the door, hopped out of the car and checked his
appearance one last time in the window before he climbed the steps to the front
door and rung the bell. A few moments later, Quatre opened the door.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Zechs, welcome. Please, come in,” the blonde
smiled warmly, stepping aside.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you, Quatre,” Zechs smiled back.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei will be with you in a moment. He’s
very excited about you visiting us.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Is he really?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh yeah, he’s been counting the seconds.” Quatre almost had the
tendency to offer to take his coat from him, a habit he’d been taught by his
father. style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“If ever
guest’s coat.” But seeing as the weather
was so nice, he didn’t wear any, only a pale yellow, short sleeved shirt with
the three top buttons undone and a blue jeans. They engaged in idle chatter for
a while, until a discreet cough from up the stairs drew their attention.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> looked up and felt his breath hitch as he saw Wufei.
The black shirt matched his eyes perfectly. The pants.
Leather? Why, he’d never have expected him to have that
in his wardrobe.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Not that he was complaining of course. He could see quite a bit through
the tight fitting clothing, though Wufei didn’t look
all too comfortable with that.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> should’ve known that Duo and dressing advice were a dangerous
combination. He already regretted ever having asked him. He felt so naked, so
exposed, the feeling that his fly was still open or his shirt was transparent
overwhelming him. He, in fact, wouldn’t be surprised if the latter were true.
He’d barely got the chance to check himself in the mirror, but had his eyes
deluded him or had he really seen a hint of his nipples through the damn thin
fabric?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And were his eyes deluding him now, or was Zechs
really looking at him like his shirt was transparent?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Damn Maxwell!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He shuffled down the stairs, all of a sudden almost reluctant to go any
further.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei, you look stunning,”
he say, lust in his eyes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You… you think?” Wufei smiled clumsily,
glancing down at his clothes. He wasn’t quite used to wearing
think it’s ridiculous?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> laughed, airily. He approached the stairs and, reaching out his hand
to Wufei, pulled him close to him. “Even if you’d be
wearing an old potato bag, you’d still look brilliant,” he murmured in his ear.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> blushed. “Charmer,” he said. “You look good too.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thanks.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre smiled at the pair of them. “Come, let’s go to the bar.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“They’re Maxwell’s,” Wufei said, following as
Quatre leaded the way. “The clothes I mean. I hate them in fact.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh?” Zechs said, arching an eyebrow. “Maybe
you should’ve come naked then.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What…?” Wufei snapped his head up, and saw
mischief twinkling in Zechs’ crystal blue eyes.
“Maxwell said that too! Are you conspiring against me?” he yelled, though he
was smiling.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, I swear! Although I want you to know that I wouldn’t have minded.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well, I would! Please, the others are there too, you know!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hmm… yeah, I know,” Zechs mused, seemingly
looking at a very amusing tableau in his mind.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Zechs!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> looked up as he heard voices appearing. He’d just been wiping some
dust off the glasses. Some of them hadn’t been used for quite a while. He’d
just been taking Quatre’s orders. He didn’t mind.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He nodded a polite greeting as the three came in, standing behind the
counter like a real bartender.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Where are the other two?” he asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Still upstairs.
italic'> Getting dressed,” Wufei informed. A hand
softly brushed over his butt, and he grinned. Oh, Zechs
could barely contain himself. He turned around, and instinctively backed away.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Christ, Maxwell! When the hell did you enter!” he shouted, annoyed by
the amused laughter around him and the ear to ear grin in front of him. “And
don’t you touch my ass! Zechs, say something!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes Duo, please don’t touch his ass,” Zechs
humored his lover.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m the only one who has that right.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Zechs!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Ooh, that devil spawn of
a Maxwell! How did he do it to time and time again humiliate him in front of
expected better from Zechs too!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Honey,” Zechs cajoled. “It was only a joke.
Don’t be angry. Listen.” He leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Next time
we’re alone together, you can ask me anything, and I’ll do it. To make up,
okay?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei’s
italic'> thunderous face softened, and the hint of a
smile started to shine through. “Anything?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Anything.”
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Promise?”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Cross my heart.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay,” he beamed, and tiptoed to press a kiss to Zechs’
lips.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What will you be drinking?” Quatre
the counter.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Vodka!
italic'> Me vodka!” Duo yelled, sprinting towards the
counter and hanging over it.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> sighed, frustrated, and shook his head. “Maxwell, don’t you know anything
about etiquette?” he grumbled, his eye starting to twitch dangerously.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Of course I do, I just don’t care about it. Now shut up,” Duo said,
flipping Wufei the finger. “Quatre,
gimme vodka.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The shade of red on Wufei’s face could not
have been healthy. “You’re a swine, Maxwell! Heero, didn’t I hear you say you
were gonna teach him some manners?!” he bellowed, pointing childishly at Duo.
“I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from him!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero indulged, although he must admit that the situation was kind of
amusing. After all, Wufei’s dignity was at stake, and
he could understand that Wufei was mortified of
seeing that dignity destroyed in the face of his lover; and by Duo no less. He
pressed up behind his boyfriend and slid his arms around him. “Why don’t we let
Zechs choose first?” he murmured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re a spoil sport, Heero,” Duo muttered, pressing his head back
against Heero’s shoulder.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And you’re acting like a five year old.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo stuck out his tongue by lack of a better argument.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You be careful, Maxwell. One day I’ll cut that tongue right off.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You wouldn’t.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I wouldn’t?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, you looove that tongue,” Duo grinned,
and dragged his tongue lasciviously along Heero’s
cheek. “And the things I can do with it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero moaned silently, and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay,
you win.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The pleasantries had been enough for Zechs to
decide on his drink and, Bailey’s in his hand, he watched the pair cuddling
together from a bar stool, and smiled, almost dreamily.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Something on you mind, love?” Wufei
murmured, putting a warm arm around Zechs’ shoulders.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh, I was just thinking about a few years back,” Zechs
sighed. “About the war and stuff. Who would’ve ever
thought we’d be sitting here like this today.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“We’ve been lucky.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes,” Zechs whispered, turning to look at
and his eyes shone. “Very lucky.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The atmosphere afterwards was relaxed. Duo had denounced from pestering
Wufei and found it much more entertaining to dip his
fingers in the sweet, white martini – the vodka had miraculously vanished – and
let Heero suck them clean. Wufei and
drinks every now and then, and Quatre and Trowa were
experimenting and concocting several cocktails behind the bar, Duo being a more
than willing guinea pig.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I do wonder where all the vodka went, though,” Trowa
pondered out loud. “There are a lot of cocktails we can’t make without it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh yeah, I just come to remember it,” Duo said. “We used vodka for our
drinking game last night.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay, but Duo,” Heero butted in. “I saw two entire bottles when I came
here for a drink last night. It was standing right next to the whiskey. You’re
not gonna tell me you used two entire bottles?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hmm… No, you’re right. There were only 10 shot glasses… No wait, 20.
And seeing as how I spilled a bit, that must’ve emptied the first bottle. But
then what happened to the second?” Duo mused, while he stirred the liquid in
his glass and then thoughtfully sucked his finger. “Quatre?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre briefly spilled a bit of yet another cocktail he was pouring
out. “Yes?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You were still sober after the game, right? You must know what
happened to the other bottle.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre swallowed. He was slightly sweaty too. “You… you came searching
for it here while I brought the glasses to the kitchen. And you emptied the
bottle all by yourself.” He couldn’t help but stressing those last words. He
knew he was starting to venture on dangerous grounds.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh yeah,” Duo smiled. “Now I remember. Hey, didn’t I pour it out over
you and…” He didn’t know what came first, the realization that Heero was
sitting next to him or Quatre’s sharp glare that
caught his eye. “Uhm… Never mind.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There was a sudden silence around the counter, a very pressing and
uncomfortable silence.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Care to finish that sentence, Duo?” Heero said, rather sharply.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“If it’s the same for you, I’d rather not.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What did you do, Duo?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I did nothing.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re lying, Duo. Your entire behavior just screams it out!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s nothing to worry about, Heerrrooo…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Don’t you Heerrrooo me now! Tell me the
truth!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But it’s nothing! I… don’t remember it all that clearly.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh, you really expect me to believe that?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Quatre’s
italic'> eyes were darting desperately across the room to find something else
to talk about. It was then that he noticed something very odd lying in the sink
behind the counter. “What the hell is that?” he said, picking up the curious
object, some kind of rubber ring.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What, little one?” Trowa said.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Yeah, what Quatre?”
italic'> Duo gratefully joined in, though Heero fixed him with eyes that told
him that the last word had not been spoken about this. Duo could only be lucky
they had a guest now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Trowa, do you know what this is? Is it from
underneath the sink or something?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>It only took a glance for Trowa to see that
the thing in Quatre’s hand had nothing to do with the
sink, nothing at all. “I don’t think so, little one,” he said with a glare to
the two at the other side of the counter. “But maybe these two gentlemen know
more about it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo was most innocently sipping from his Martini. Heero had a rather
suspicious shade of red on his cheeks and seemed very interested in his red
wine all of a sudden.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Told you this was a bad idea,” he grumbled under his breath, poking a
foot out at Duo.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Bad idea?
italic'> What was a bad idea?” Quatre asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo conjured the most brilliant of smiles on his face and reached out
his hand for Quatre to drop the ring in; which he promptly did once
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Eeew!!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> I don’t believe you’d do it here! Didn’t you
listen to what I told you this morning at all?!” Quatre yelled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Well, you didn’t
say anything about the bar,” Duo said meekly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>”I said
‘everything in this house’!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>”Hmm…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>”You did it on
the pool table?!” At this point, Trowa had to stop
Quatre from clambering over the counter and most likely strangling Duo.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>”Yes, but in our
defence,” Duo said calmly, raising a finger, “it was before your little speech
from this morning.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t care! Speech or no, this isn’t the way to behave when you’re
staying in someone else’s house! Don’t forget you’re guests here and… Heero,
you still said it yourself when we were sitting in the lounge room just now
and… Trowa, let go of me!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s okay, Quatre. Hush now, there’s no need
to get worked up like this,” Trowa soothed. His
blonde friend had a surprisingly hot temper, at least when it came to his house
and having sex in it, so it seemed. He could feel him trembling as he closed
consoling arms around him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But I’m right, aren’t I Trowa?” Quatre
whined.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Of course you are,” Trowa smiled, while he
encouraged Quatre with one hand to lay his head against his chest. He felt his
heart jumping with glee when Quatre did. “They just love to tease, you know
that.” Duo made to comment, but Trowa quickly made
combined with a murderous glare. Duo just coughed dryly instead.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo sighed and looked around. The amiable mood was mostly ruined here
now.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Over at the pool table on the other hand…
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hey, Heero,” he grinned, nudging his lover with his elbow. “Look at
those two over there.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero followed Duo’s nod and smiled. “Ah, pool. The
sport to get into someone’s pants.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> and Wufei seemed oblivious of the tumult
over at the bar. Or at least they didn’t give a fuck. Duo and Heero both had to
admit that they probably wouldn’t give a fuck either if Zechs
would be pressed up behind them. Wufei was pretending
to suck at pool. Zechs seemed particularly eager to
teach him. Though they were sure his hand on Wufei’s
crotch wasn’t part of the education, but Wufei didn’t
really seem to mind that abuse.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Then they broke apart, to drink. They must’ve been too hot.
ran down to his chin and blamed his shaky fingers for it. Zechs
quickly reached to wipe it off with his finger, and he seductively licked the
wine off. Wufei grinned most mischievously.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Oh oh!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> He’s doing it!” Duo whispered, excitedly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Doing what?” Heero asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Wufei!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> He’s doing what I told him, before lunch, about
the wine spilling and stuff. He wants to get la-aiid,”
Duo sang, grinning.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero frowned and looked back at the two, then grinned. “Why, you’re
right. And he’s pretty good at it too.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Heero, there’s really no art in spilling wine all over yourself,
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“No, but there is an art in spilling wine
all over yourself in a seductive fashion.”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s true,” Duo agreed. “Wait, where are they going? They’re
groping. They’re giggling. Oh my god, they’re gonna fuck! And they’re taking
their drinks with them!” Duo bounced up and down on his bar stool, watching the
pair as they excited the bar with hungry eyes. “Heero!” he said excitedly,
swiveling around. “Let’s follow them.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero coughed and spluttered his drink out. “What?!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Follow them. Ooh, it will be fun! Come on, Heero,” Duo cajoled,
jumping off his stool and pulling Heero’s hand,
nearly making the barstool topple over in his enthusiasm.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wait, you mean like eavesdropping?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Yeah, duh.
italic'> They don’t have to find out. Come on now, hurry!” Duo urged.
Heero thought for a moment.
Somehow Duo’s words sounded very enticing. “Okay,” he said.
To be continued…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Next chapter:
Apparently, there’s a new and powerful aphrodisiac. Zechs
tries it out on Wufei. ^_~
Preview:
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> rested the side of his face and his chest on the bed. He reached both
hands behind, placed them on his butt cheeks and pulled his ass open. “Lick me,
Zechs!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'>’ elbows snapped and his cock leapt. “With pleasure,” he growled, and
crawled behind Wufei, attacking the begging hole
without mercy.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Uuhnn!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Fuck, Zechs!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Pleased with the response he got, Zechs
flattened his tongue and repeatedly ran it from the patch of skin under
back again. Wufei’s hands lost their grip, eventually
falling to the bed, and Zechs was quick to take their
place, kneading the soft flesh gently while he licked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Aah… That’s so good,” Wufei
moaned. “Could you do that… hn… stuff again?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?” Zechs murmured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That… what you did first…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What did I do first?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> let a groan of frustration slip. His hands crept up under his chest,
and he curled his fingers around the sheets as some sort of outlet. “You know!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah, I know,” Zechs grinned. “But I
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'>’ tongue was completely gone now. Only his hands were still softly
squeezing, and Wufei pushed his hips back in search
for that warm, torturing tongue. “No… No, please don’t make me say it,” he
whimpered.
“Say it, baby, or I won’t
do it.”