<<Time to close your eyes and fly away.
No one can take your world away.
And leave you with a brand new stairway.>>

Noise piercing his sanity and bodies spasming against one another. "Inebriated brainless..."he muttered and went back to attempting his reports. Maxwell had decided to launch a full attack on his sanity... And if the boy was, in all intentions, *trying* to aggravate him...it was working. And knowing Maxwell... it probably was not too far from the truth. Not many people had the nerve to annoy him. He knew he radiated an angry aura; something Maxwell had dubbed his "Napoleon Complex." He wasn't sure if Duo knew what he had been implying when it was stated, but it wasn't true... He was not an irate, little man... He was an irate boy. And Maxwell was going to find out very soon how angry he could get...

Duo giggled and draped an arm over the mind-numbingly boring pilot of 05. He knew it drove the other boy to frustration and sometimes a first-rate rant, but he couldn't help it. For the most part he and the Chinese pilot did not get along. Okay, they *never* hit it off well. The Chinese pilot had a temper and a chip on his shoulder. This holier-than-thou chip complimented by his aristocratic nose always being held high. Duo wished that some fly would get lodged in it one of these days. It wasn't that it bothered him that Wufei came from a life of privilege... Something he could never attest to having, but that he acted like he owned the world... Wufei was so callous and bad-tempered, not to mention the guy was the world's largest prick. That boy had something so far up his ass, and too bad it wasn't anything amusing... like him. *That* would be funny. Mr. Homophobia himself getting it up the ass.

Duo paused and removed his arm from his irate companion without hearing a single word the other boy had uttered at him. It would be "justice" as Wufei would say. It would be complete justice if the asshole of a boy pilot of 05 was gay like the rest of them... which is probably /why/ Wufei had never expressed his homophobia outright. Oh, his gestures gave him away fairly easily.... The odd looks... The looks of disgust the irate pilot oft sent him. The disapproving looks like he should have been dirt and not human. Those were the ones that ticked him off. So what that he liked men, no one but Chang had one problem with it. Talk about a cultural barrier between people... At least he *tried* to understand the L5 pilot. One can only be understanding so far...

Hmmm... Well, he was getting dreadfully bored... Quatre had Trowa and Heero had Zechs... He turned slightly to regard the Chinese pilot. Wufei wasn't /bad/ looking... he had a pretty face, and adorably large slanted eyes... smooth bronze skin... the boy wasn't unattractive... maybe if he let himself slip once in a while he would be a decent human. Right now he was like some impenetrable statue, expecting to be worshiped and bowed before. As if he would do so... But Wufei wasn't overly great in the attitude area. Sure, he had assumed that Wufei hadn't been born like this; it took years of practice for someone to develop the snob attitude perfectly. Between Relena and Wufei, Duo wasn't sure who was going to be the first place winner... And Wufei was racking points like crazy...

But, going on looks alone, Wufei was nice looking...one of the nicest asses he had ever seen... but damn that boy's attitude. It was worse talking to that boy than it would be breaking into Trieze's personal laptop while the general was holding it and dancing the foxtrot...and possibly pouring you a cup of tea. And unlike most people, Wufei didn't fall to his charm. Hell, he doubted Wufei would fall before an oncoming locomotive...

"That's a first, Maxwell... a whole five minutes of silence." Wufei scathed at him, plucking Duo from his mental evaluation of the L5 pilot.

Duo narrowed his eyes at watching the other boy's triumphant grin. "Laugh it up, stick boy..." he muttered in his head... then it dawned on him... Wufei was the world's largest homophobe in the making and he was rooming with a very horny gay man... Life was /good/. And if Wufei had been paying attention, he would have seen the patient "death" grin slip into its place.

Duo smirked suddenly and sauntered up to the boy and draped across those small shoulders and ducked his head down to whisper into Wufei's ear, in an overly husky and sexual tone, "That's because I was caught up in thinking about all the wonderful things I could do to your adorable little ass."

The braided pilot smirked graduated to a full-fledged smile as Wufei glared at him. Wufei's eyes narrowed, and while most would be dodging for cover about now, Duo nudged closer and continued with his taunting, "And to think...we've got to share one bed...."

<<You're alright.
You've got time up your sleeve.
You've got time.
You've got time. >>

Duo smiled to himself. Three weeks in this small apartment they were assigned to share and his moods could not have been better... True, he now had somewhere around a hundred or so promised death threats assigned to him from Wufei. But in his eyes, they were worth it. Besides, in all reality he doubted Wufei could pull any of them off...

Teasing the irate little pilot was proving to be one of the most enjoyable times of Duo's life. And what got Wufei so worked up, is that the boy was catching Maxwell's hints that he was serious. Wufei was easy on the eyes... especially with all the small improvements he had been working on the Chinese boy. Deathscythe now held a good ten plus packs of elastic hair bands... he was honestly surprised Wufei didn't suspect him on that... And vaguely wondered what the *hell* he was going to do with all of them....

But, really, Wufei looked so less stern and rigid with his hair loose around his head. Wisping strands that were obviously annoying to the black-eyed boy... sweeping past those shoulders... silky and fine black silk.

Duo wolf whistled as Wufei walked from the bathroom in his towel. The poor Chinese pilot gave him a patent glare and a few choice names to go with it. Duo resisted going over there and jumping the boy. Damn! He licked his lips at the cute little body moving on the other side of the small bedroom. Duo smiled... he was surprised it only took two weeks for Wufei to tire of the couch and share the bed with him. Meaning he was threatened he would loose vital parts if he moved from his side of the bed... Hn. Poor Wufei didn't realize how close to the truth he had been. Duo was dying to jump him... But he would need a certain appendage... that also happened to be the part of his body that was threatened at the present time...

Eyes refocusing on the slightly wet body across from him. Water dripping down that tightly muscled abdomen... Duo winced and turned to look out the window. Damn! He would get hard from staring at the boy. Time to share his thoughts, "Hey Wu?"

"What, Maxwell?" a gruff reply came from across the room.

"Could you get clothes on faster? Otherwise I will go over there and show you what I want to do to that stick in your ass." Duo replied calmly. Record time yet again. You motivated the boy and damn could he move... Which was good, cause he might have made his statement true if the Chinese pilot took any longer. Patience was one of those virtues he never could seem to get...

<<In your dreams you were dancing.
I never dance.
I make believe you're with me and I don't look back. >>

"Can you ever be quiet?!" Wufei growled, glaring over his shoulder at the dancing moron. Duo was not high on his list to begin with... In fact, he can't remember ever having a list before Maxwell was hooked up in missions with him. Lucky Maxwell, he actually annoyed him that much.... He was thinking of finding OZ's nearest base and surrendering himself over, just to be away from that...that... freak!

Three months.... Three months and he was in hell. Complete hell. Maxwell was slowly driving him towards homicide. Comments left and right.... Blatantly flirting with him... touching him... He held down the furious blush of the time Maxwell had slapped his ass in public, remarking that he should get use to it. There had to be a god mocking him... Every one... Every single one of his missions was always with the flaming pilot, like some cruel joke.

Nothing... absolutely *nothing* could disdain the boy from this inexorable assault. Now, Maxwell was dancing like some animal in heat to repulsively irritating music. If life could get any shittier...

Duo beamed. He was starting to get to the other pilot. He could tell. Oh the looks he was getting from that usually impassive face. He was slightly miffed on how long it had taken him to get to this point, but all good things in time. Those incalculable looks of outrage... and something he wasn't sure about... guilt? But moving on... with his charming little target in sight...

Duo swore Wufei's eyes nearly fell out of his head... He casually wrapped his arms around the other pilot's lithe waist and moved his hips in time with the beat of the song. "Maxwell!?!" the boy barely chocked out as Duo slammed his pelvis against Wufei's behind. Duo smirked; it looked like the Chinese boy caught the implications in that move...

A blush worked itself quickly across the Chinese pilot's face and he began the struggle to dislodge the American's hands. "Let go!" he hissed with a sense of desperate pleading apparent in his tone.

So Duo moved closer and watched the colour flame up more on the smaller boy's cheeks. He forgot about everything and just focused his body's attentions upon the other boy. Wrapping his body practically around Wufei. That firm back to his chest... He nuzzled his cheek to the top of Wufei's head... Arms and hips guiding the other boy's to the beat of the music.

He smiled and whispered rather huskily into a delightful bronze ear, "See... you can dance!"

Wufei trembled in that grip. Every wall he had so strongly placed up was at the verge of subsiding into dust. His heart beat to the thrusts of Duo's hips against his buttocks. His face was bright red... he could feel the blood vessels glowing in his cheeks. Those fingers sliding along, just under where his jeans began. Like he was being smothered and elevated all at the same time.... And found it strange that he was struggling to breathe and focus on certain things... And why certain areas of his body seemed to catch on fire...

Black eyes were panicking as their owner replied with a shaky tone, "Maxwell... I can't! Let me go.... Please...?"

Duo smiled at that. The infallible and immovable Chang Wufei /asking/ for something using his manners... For once talking up to somebody. And if the boy thought this was going to stop, he was dead wrong. Not when he could see walls crumbling...

He simply turned so that the boy was now facing him. He could see the tremors of fear of his fellow pilot was clearly displaying... Fear of showing something he didn't want to deal with. "Please? I didn't think that word was in your vocabulary, Wu..." Duo snorted and broke through the last barrier. He latched onto the boy's neck, right below his ear and sucked on it with his mouth.

<<You can't fly if you don't have the hardware.
Fade away like a word on a stone.
You won't fly, you won't fly, you won't fall.>>

Wufei's eyes flared open in shock. Moist lips and velvet tongue sucking on his neck and suddenly he was acutely aware of a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. It only flamed higher to every thrust that Duo's hips gave it. He was too irrational to fight Duo off of him... His limbs seemed to be robbed of all their strength...

That kiss Maxwell was giving him sent a shiver down to his stomach and he involuntarily moaned. And immediately regretted that action. He could feel Duo's smirk against his burning neck.

"Is that what you wanted, Wu-chan? I can show you something even better..." Duo whispered, voice too husky for Wufei's liking. Yet, somehow it only enticed his body even more...

Duo ran his tongue along the boy's jaw line and then took the boy's mouth with his. Wufei's eyes jerked open in shock and he opened his mouth to retort with a scathing word. He wasn't prepared for the invasion of Duo's tongue into his mouth. An obviously well versed tongue, for it swirled in his mouth so passionately, that he gripped on to the insane pilot for any form of strength.

The braided pilot smirked as much as he was able, and took on the support of the boy. For a matter of an instant, till he pulled them both to the ground. Straddling the boy and giving his hips a good thrust against the other boy's, he finally broke the kiss.

Wufei gasped as air filled his lungs. Gods... he was burning up... And he felt the last of his reserves flee as hips thrusted against his. "Stop..." he whispered meagerly, which ended up sounding more like a moan that a threat.

The violet eyed boy smirked and leaned down, "Stop what?" he asked innocently, running a smooth hand under the Chinese boy's shirt and started teasing a nipple.

Black eyes widened and the boy whimpered. "Stop it..." he practically begged. Why did Maxwell have to do this to him?!? He was losing this battle quicker than he wanted to admit... And a clenching of muscles deep in his stomach was proving to him how much... "I'm... I'm not like *that*!!" he managed to whisper, cheeks burning in humiliation and lust.

Duo's smile widened and suddenly that hand glided down and pressed firmly down on the area below his stomach gaining a moan. With a quick flick Wufei realized his jeans were opened and the braided pilot's hand was stroking his small patch of hair, making him very aware of a growing sensation in his groin.

"Not like *that*? Like what Wu-chan? Homosexual?" Duo emphasized his power over the other boy and slid those jeans down further and applied some pressure upon a hardening area of Wufei's body. "If you weren't interested in men, Wu-wu, you wouldn't be reacting to this...."

Wufei wanted to purr as skilled fingers circled him and stroked him. "No!!" *gasp* "Maxwell!!!" *moan* "Duo.... Please..." he struggled to speak.

Duo smiled and pressed his lips to give the boy a chaste kiss and removed both their clothing before the boy beneath him could even work up the breath for a coherent reply. "Please what?" Duo asked and pressed his lips firmly against Wufei's again.

Wufei moaned as flesh met his. His mind was hitting an overload... Sweet breathe brushing him and perfect lips demanding his. He stopped thinking... He wanted this... He always had and why should he stop it?

Duo left his lips with a whisper, "Love you..."

Wufei felt something break... "No...."

Duo merely captured the boy's body with his hands and fingers. Feeling the smooth skin under his palm. Tasting the boy... inhaling Wufei's scent... "Beautiful..."

Bronze hips spasmed up against his as fingers slipped between his buttocks and into his hole. One finger sliding in easily, quickly followed by another. Pressing them around, swirling and stretching until they struck what they were searching for. Wufei cried out in rapture as Duo slid into him. Filling him in a way he never imagined. His hips met thrust after thrust... His hands and lips drawing moans and purrs from the American till they both hit a white haze and screamed at their climax...

Wufei panted, black eyes gazing into violet. What was he to do now? Where was he to go from here? He lost his old life now. But, there were no tears or words of scorn. No feelings of utter hate... He just lay there, snuggled against Duo's broad chest. Listening to the American's soft breathes as he slept. He smiled and brushed his fingers through that mane of hair. And now he lost his heart. Stolen away before he had a chance to understand it...

<<You just hang like a heart on a wall.
Hang like a heart.
Heart on a wall.>>

~owari

lyrics/music/sung by: Jimmy Destri Heart on a Wall "Heart in a Wall"