Author's notes:

Yare, yare…get on with it. Inserting standard disclaimer and a warning of shonen-ai and slight yaoi, I think. A 2x5. ::holds up waving a 'Duo and Wufei Forever' Banner:: that's it…enjoy my first attempt at a GW fanfic…duo is in purple, Wufei red and lyrics are italicized.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can tell you've got it bottled up inside.

I can tell 'cause it shows in your eyes.

You keep on keeping your secrets inside and I,

I will tell you, tell you no lies.

I smile watching our resident justice freak roll his eyes and leave the room. Scared little Wufei? I know you are. I can tell. True…I hide my emotions as well as the next man, but I…I have a way of keeping them hidden. You. Your ebony eyes reflect so much my friend. Too much. You may have been trained as a warrior, but you seem to be the personality type of a philosopher. I want to know your little secrets. I know you have secrets. I can see it in your eyes. Too worried…too scared…to full of uncertainty…like watching you perform a character in a play everyday. I wonder often what you were like back on L5… Your eyes are much like Quatre's. They reflect your intentions…or maybe I have been studying you too long. True Heero was nice, but at least I am realistic…Relena, the hell spawn, was obviously going to get him. That's fine. But she knows that she is getting him as a used toy. I made it very clear to tell her what happened between him and me. She doesn't like me for it and that suits me fine. That's the other thing I found amusing… You. I noticed you the first time I saw you. You didn't notice did you? I can hold you in my eyes with my stare and you can't react. How does that feel? How does that feel, Wufei? Like your trapped? Good…I know the only way to catch a dragon is to stab its heart…to cool its fire and plunge into the depths of hell. And I know all about hell. I am death. And I desire you…Wufei. I will burn away your masks you hide behind. For I am the master of masks. As happy and sweet as I am on the outside, fire and brimstone burn beneath. Once you come close to the fire…I can burn you in a way no one else can…

Gods…I can feel his eyes follow me out of the room. I can't stand it! It's wrong!! It's…it's…what? I torment myself. I want to say unjust…but…I never believed in the justice I fought for. I just do it to avenge her…and the colony. Don't think about that!! I can't dwell on the past I need to keep a clear mind. A focused mind. Need to be focused. It's like a hunt. He stalks me. Tries to capture me in his eyes. I can't stand it! Its…its…why can't I think of the word?!? Go bother Heero I want to scream. Leave me out of your sick disgusting fantasies…why? Because… it's… because…I can't even admit it… I'm ashamed…that it would be looked down upon. But my heart reminds me that I am the only one left from my colony. But that means I should marry a woman. Keep the Chang lineage alive! I can't even convince myself. I know logically it is a poor excuse. I don't deserve happiness and peace, not after the crimes I have committed to my colony and Meiren… I can't be near him…cause sooner or later I will let him in…and that will only cause pain. Letting others in is to escort them to death's arms… But a small part whispers back that he is "death"… I hate myself to find myself wanting to look back. Almost answering to his hunt… but… but… I can't. Whenever he or any male gets close I involuntarily jump…I can't help it. Damn you Trieze… I am still ashamed. You have no honor…what you did I recovered from as much as I can…but…the scars are there physically and mentally. Everytime, every day, every hour I know they are there. Taunting me. I hate you and I am scared. Scared that if I am caught again, of what you would do to me. What you did to me was disgusting… mind decaying and savage. I should have committed seppuku to save my families honor…but you know what? I am scared to die. I am scared of dying…I am scared of dying alone…I'm scared of being alone…I hate to admit it. I want to be a warrior. Heero is perfect. I'll admit it. I bet he doesn't get raped by the enemy. I bet he doesn't have scars on his body from tortured sex of a bastard and warped pedophile. I bet he doesn't get haunting nightmares of his family and wife and colony being irraticated. I bet he doesn't have mental battles with himself. I wish I was the perfect solider and not the solitary warrior of justice. A justice I falsely proclaim as my retribution to her death. Meiren…I don't deserve anything but death….

That's my lip service, lip service.

I can tell you heard a lot of this before.

I can tell you've had your fill.

I watch him now…he's become an obsession. Let Heero have the queen of the sirens…I have a dragon. It suits you. The solitary dragon. So cold. So feared. But I don't fear you. I am death and I am scared of nothing. You though, are a puzzlement. You can't handle anyone in your space. Like you have a self-enforced glass bubble around you protecting you. Keeping you from emotion. Is that what you are scared of? You see it as a weakness. You think too much and admire Heero too much. You fight back tears. You fight to contain your emotion. You are going to go insane like that my friend. Perfectly insane. But I think I can loosen you up. We are all alone tonight and will be for awhile. How perfectly wonderful that I planned my escape with you, Wufei. Now we are in the middle of nowhere, in the winter. In snow on a mountain. I'll keep you warm. You look so fragile. So feminine sometimes that it is truly amazing you don't break. A cat. You are a cat with your dark eyes, caramel skin…stalking walk. So perfect. So tonight we drink. And we'll see how good a tolerance you have Wufei. We'll see…. For I hate to use such tricks on you, but I feel, no I know this is the only way to break through to you. Dragon…so cold and solitary. It really suits you…and tonight I will slay that stupid mask you hide behind.

I am stranded with him. I can't stand it. He insists on touching me. Talking to me…I can't handle it. There is a frustration swelling in me. A tension that is affecting my performance as a pilot. And I don't want to admit I know what it is. You… you are the cause of my problems. So I am stranded, away from anything and everything…but you.

Now you have offered a mitigation from reality. I have never drank. I don't want to start now. But you force a glass into my hand and dumbly I stare at it. You pour the purple liquid into my glass. It smells like nothing I ever smelled…sweet…sugary, yet spicy…like pumpkins and cinnamon. It's…enticing. You put down your glass as I bring mine to my mouth. I should have figured you have a tolerance. I know how often you drink to escape your problems… I carefully take a small sip. You smile and watch me. I know your planning something Duo. I know you at least that well. You smile wider and put down the small glass you had again. You entice me to drink up, that it would be good for me. I sip again. It burns my insides and tickles the roof of my mouth. Two sips and I feel the fuzziness take over…. I can't believe how little alcohol I can contain…it really is pitiful…

Absinthe my dear dear friend. Absinthe. A near narcotic. I carefully pull the drink carefully from your fingers. You are already feeling the effects my friend. Good. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes unfocused. You will enjoy tonight. I promise my dragon. I know your looks. I see your desire and I see your fear. But this is harmless I swear…I just wanted to loosen your perceptions…make you open to yourself…

The world is unfocused, dreamlike. Duo?! What have you put in me?! Cinnamon and pumpkin fill the air. I watch like a child in fascination of the flames as you light the candles around us…so pretty. They are your fires of hell, ne Duo? GAH! My mind was always too damn poetic. Why can't I focus!?! Damn…I hate not being in control…I need to be in control…I can't break down…everything that I have pulled up as a barricade would collapse and then where would I be? But…for Duo? NO! I am not thinking about this…I'll get my head to clear and just excuse myself…damn… that is a pathetic excuse, but I use it often enough and he always let me slide away using it…

He watches the flames intrigued…a lustful look flickers in his eyes and is gone a moment later. Patience my Wufei. Patience. He has turned around and is facing front…calm down Wufei… calm down… I know what you want to do. You are going to run away. You can't except emotion so you deny. I sit behind him on the back of the couch. I slowly let my fingers touch your shoulders…hmmmmmm… very very nice. Slender but well defined. But you are the perfect warrior. I slowly start to move my fingers into your muscles. You tension. I can calm you …I am careful to be gentle…you may look so strong…but you are as fragile as any glass structure. The wrong hit and you will crumble…but as precious to me as a newborn's first giggle to escape its lips…

I feel him behind me too late…his hands rest on my shoulders and his fingers start to message my back. Damn you Maxwell! Damn you! I can't fight back…the alcohol has clouded my mind and skills…damn you….he works lower and lower…I can't calm myself. To think I am scared stiff of a fellow pilot. Lower and lower… I feel a tug at my shirt…gods no! but as I try to pull away you capture me in your grasp and pull me back. "ne ne!" you taunt scold me. And glide my shirt over my head. I swallow hard…my heart is beating too fast…please…my shame….

Look here…Trieze. Who else? That godsdamn pedophile! I know Wufei…you are upset that I did this…Trieze what did you do to him?!?! …I nearly hiss the words, but I know my love is upset at this discovery of mine…but they are beautiful… very very lovely on his smooth muscled back. Two wings. Two finely cut dragon's wings that were burned into you skin and muscle. It must have hurt but they are beautiful…I see the tears form…I scoot you forward and squeeze myself behind you…there is no shame in crying Wufei. No shame at all. My fingers lightly dance upon the flesh tracing the lines of tan and black. Beautiful…

I feel the tear slide down my cheeks…my shame…damn scars. I never had the guts to look how he disfigured me, and marked me. Knowing his mark would be on me for all times…Duo slides behind me…too close. His fingers glide along tracing the scars…I didn't know there were that many…then a slow gasp escapes my lips…warm and wetness slide over the scars…he isn't…gods…please…this is torment! Why me?! He loves Heero right? His arms enclose around me and his kisses start to land on my shoulders…my ears…cheeks…please…no…

You, you keep yours,

and I, I'll keep mine

and when we tell stories

we'll wait for bedtime.

I slowly pull from behind him. Do you know how beautiful you are, Wufei? Probably not. My palms gently wipe the tears from your eyes. So beautiful. Sparkling and full of life. I lean forward and place my lips against yours… I feel your desire…your fire… I straddle you and deepen the kiss. You don't resist me. In fact you open your mouth enough to let my tongue in. you are so unbelievably warm Wufei…breathing your fire. Finally I release you to let you breath. Shock reaches your face realizing what happened. You try to avoid my gaze. Not likely Wufei-kun. I whisper not to worry. How beautiful you are and my love. I feel the alcohol has effected my brain as well Wu-kun. You start to tremble. Whispering your shame. The mask has been broken and you are too wonderful… I pull you into my lap. Whispering how beautiful you are. Who would have thought you were this fragile? But you are even more loveable now. Your tears and sobs are drowned into my shoulder. My hands trace to wings whispering words of nonsense. One finger flickers by your tight ponytail. another secret I wish to learn about. I slowly untie the leather strip holding it back. With the skill of a thief you don't notice until silk of the night sky brushes onto your back. It's longer than I thought…a few inches below your shoulders. My fingers entwine in the silk so fine…beautiful. You glance up. the tears are gone. And now I feel the mood must continue…in a more appropro site…the bedroom…

But the raven still beguiling

all my fancy into smiling,

straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking,

I betook myself to linking,

fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore.

Said the Raven, "Nevermore."

You are nestled on top of me…exhausted…you should be… even I will admit defeat…I have never been loved like that before. There is much to learn about you my dear Wufei. My fingers absently play with the strands of your hair. Your cheek against my shoulder…like a cat you have curled around my life….your warmth penetrating through me…you are a wonder love… a complete wonder… and I can not wait till you wake up and are clear headed…I can't wait for your reaction…you know you can never escape me. I love you too much and darling after last night…after you did most of the intensity and bed play last night… I doubt I will let you off that easily. But for now rest easy Wufei…it is not morning yet. My raven of the night. So perfectly wonderful. No one can compare to you my love. And with you in my arms I place a small kiss on your wonderful passionate lips. You smile and cuddle closer. Perhaps there is no need to fear the dawn…

Your lips are sealed,

but your eyes reveal the reason you tell me,

the reason you squeal for my lip service, lip service.

Song by: Deborah Harry (lead singer of Blondie) and it is from "Debravation" released in the UK. The song is called, Lip Service. Insert standard disclaimer.