November 1998

Chang Wufei was studying.

Rather, Chang Wufei was studiously engaged in trying *not* to look like he was ogling the lean sinewy expanse of half-naked boy rubbing a towel across his heavy loose hair, still dripping wet from the shower.

Duo certainly wasn't making it easy; the towel knotted precariously around his hips was riding low. He hummed a cheerful little tune to himself, face screwed up in concentration. He stuck a finger in one ear, trying to extricate a trickle of water, failing, and swearing.

It took a minor effort of will not to snort aloud. Duo was so cute when he thought no one was paying attention.

"Oi, Wu-man," Duo tossed across the room, "...what'cha doing?"

*Pretending not to watch you.*

"Studying, Maxwell," Wufei replied shortly. "You should try it sometime."

"Why bother?" Duo set down the hair towel and bounced across the room, the towel around his waist gapping and splitting around his legs as Wufei tried not to stare. He crouched beside Wufei's bed, grinning. Wufei averted his eyes hastily, disguising it in a lofty lift of his chin. "We could die tomorrow, Wu-man."

Wufei's mouth twitched. "For the edification of your mind and improvem--"

"Save it, Wu."

Duo got to his feet and tilted his head inquisitively, belying the harsh words he'd just used with the almost kittenish expression. His face acquired a strange mixture of his usual cheer and a genuine cynicism. "That doesn't have a whole lotta use for guys like us."

"Hn."

The longhaired boy settled on the bed beside him and Wufei nearly growled at him to go, to get away from him, aching as he already was from the clean scent of his hair and body and goddamn, but he was nearly naked and sitting on *his* bed. Wufei settled the book more firmly in his lap. He got hard at least three times a day just *looking* at the boy. With Duo sitting sprawled here beside him, in nothing but long masses of wet hair and a towel, it was all he could do *not* to toss away the book and pounce on him and sate all the desires -- some of which he couldn't even fully articulate -- that he'd been thinking about every day.

Sometimes he wondered what had prompted Duo to follow him, after that last battle. He'd thought Heero and Duo were friends, maybe even more from the puzzled, measuring glances the Japanese pilot had shot at the talkative American, when he wasn't looking. But Duo had met up with him, for some curious reason, and proposed a partnership.

Well, it was something he could live with.

He stole another glance at Duo. His profile was sheltered by tumbling damp hair, the snubbed nose and infinitely kissable lips and wide, expressive amaryllis eyes... Wufei jerked his eyes away, burnt.

"Have you ever been kissed before, Wufei?" Duo's voice was wistful.

Wufei's head snapped around. "Nani!?"

Duo raised his hands placatingly. "Maa, maa...I'm just curious. Y'know?"

Wufei glared at him, suspicious, lips pursed. "No."

"Oh. I guess I've wondered, y'know? What it would be like. If I'll ever even get to."

Duo sounded almost....disappointed. Was the boy teasing him? If so, it wasn't very funny.

He turned to confront him, steeling himself to face the naked expanses of flesh without blushing, and nearly banged noses with Maxwell. Duo was lunging forward, grabbing his shoulders, mouth covering his to steal the breath away from him. Wufei's eyes fell shut in spite of himself, an unconditional surrender to the kiss, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to smooth his hands over the pale flesh and see if it was soft as he thought.

Duo pulled away then, lips breaking from that naked thrilling contact.

"I...Wufei..."

One hand lifted to scrub at his lips. Those violet eyes were downcast.

Wufei stared at that hand and pushed him away.

"Do your homework, Maxwell."

"Wu...Wufei?" he faltered.

"Just do it." Wufei turned his attention back to the book, fine lines of print swimming unread before his eyes. After a long, long moment, Duo got off the bed and retreated to his side of the room.

By lights out, his erection had finally faded.

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Chang Wufei was dreaming.

Rather, Chang Wufei was deliciously entangled and riding warmth in waves, unaware that his brain was stuttering through REM. He could only *feel*.

The dream was beautiful in its familiarity and simplicity. Duo was moaning languidly beneath him, masses of chestnut hair threaded in both fists as Wufei pumped into him, deep and slow, both of the boy's legs hiked up over his shoulders.

"More," Duo's breath sobbed between his teeth.

Obligingly Wufei sank himself harder and faster, cupping the flushed face between his hands. He leaned over to eat at that pliant rosebud mouth.

Duo nipped back, making him gasp, and a warm tongue slid into his mouth. Wufei clasped him tighter, his hips quickening of their own volition and a hand slid between their bodies, tracing his taut muscles, clasping his hot erection...

Chigau yo.

Wufei's eyes popped open twice -- once, in the dream, twice, out of the dream -- wait, but no, he was supposed to be buried *inside* Duo, not...

He snapped into the dark warm velvet awareness of a waking dream sputtering across raw nerves. Duo's scent was all around him in the darkness, waves of sweet-smelling hair lapping over his face and body. The heart-shaped face rubbed at his mouth.

"Wufei..." Duo's voice pierced his ears. His voice caught thick in his throat. "Don't stop..."

So-soft lips pressed against his again, the warm line of a tongue tracing them. Not a dream. This was not a dream.

A hand was encircling his erection and working it slowly.

He shuddered. Oh gods, if it was a dream he didn't ever want it to stop. Duo had stripped away his boxers entirely and the hand was pumping up and down, agonizing, frustratingly not enough.

"D-duo," he stuttered, movement stilling. "What are you doing in my bed?" It was inane, but it was the only thing he could bring to his lips.

The hot eager mouth presented itself again and he wasn't sure he *cared* what prompted Duo to be in his bed, he was just very, very focused on that one reality. He licked at Duo's mouth and it opened for him; slid his tongue into the warmth that chilled memories of summer with its moist heated alternatives. Duo's tongue met him eagerly.

"Duo...what..."

"Thought you were having a bad dream," Duo's breath gusted over his ear as he nibbled and sucked, making him tremble and want to seize the slender body and push him to the mattress and screw him silly. Duo chuckled, the burr of his voice against his neck provoking little shiver-shocks of sensation. "Then I came to wake you and saw you were having a *wet* dream."

"Unhand me, Maxwell..." he struggled for composure.

"You really want me to?" Duo breathed, ignoring his bluster, sunlight kisses trailing down to his throat. The grip shifted on his aching incomplete erection and he nearly sobbed as he thrust against that hand. "Yeah, it sounded like a wet dream with my name all over it..."

He gasped for a moment, able only to *exist* with Duo's calloused hand clasping him there and a mouth lapping experimentally at one nipple.

Wh..why was he objecting...? What was there to resist? Duo Maxwell was a warm squirming bundle beside him, naked as a frog and twice as lively, and begging to be fucked. Kissed. Held. Fondled. Why was he having second thoughts!?

He seized Duo's hips and surged against him, their mouths meshing with a hasty clumsiness but the pure raw need filled the gap of their inexperience. "Your name. Your face. Your body lifting to meet me," Wufei rasped. He groaned into the open mouth. "Every night. God, Duo, what are you doing to me..." The lithe body rose to meet him and he jolted against bare skin, their hard shafts thrusting together and against each other.

Duo clutched him and the mouth opened for him again, Wufei's tongue stabbing in slick and easily as he pumped against him, between those clamping thighs, and felt fingers imprinting deeply into his buttocks, tugging him closer. Gods... He shuddered and gout after pulsing gout of sensation rolled along his skin, making him shake, making him cry hoarsely into Duo's mouth.

He groaned as he collapsed.

"I'm sorry...Duo, gomen nasai..." Wufei shuddered, spreading light little nipping kisses over his upturned sweaty face. He had...he'd...Wufei turned his face into Duo's neck, ashamed. He'd taken his own pleasure without any consideration for Duo's.

"It's okay...Wu, really," Duo stroked his sweat-damped face.

His hips were still moving against the American boy's, the last aftershocks of pleasure thrumming through him. One orgasm wasn't enough to contain the entirety of his unabashed quicksilver stirrings for one Duo Maxwell.

He flung his arms around the beautiful boy lying beneath him and buried his face against sweaty skin. "Anything. I'll do anything you want," he promised, voice hoarse. Even...he made a face at the notion of Duo entering him, but his own distaste was secondary. Anything that would please him, this beautiful Duo whose slightest amaryllis glance incited trembling shards of waking fire -- just anything wasn't enough.

"I want you inside me, Wu," Duo replied into his ear, arms tight around him. "I...I want you to fuck me." His voice was suddenly shy, the obscenity tripping almost awkwardly from his lips.

Wufei could feel his loins tighten in response. Even though he'd come in a flood rush practically felt in every lit-up pinprick of his skull, the low entreaty sought to pull even more from his body. "Gods," he choked, pushing against him, kissing him, his hands roaming over Duo. The skin was even silkier than he'd thought and sweet against his tongue.

He pushed Duo to the bed and stroked him, exploring the lengths of warm naked flesh with the same intense concentration as any other task, but not nearly so detached.

Duo moaned and arched against him, so sensitive, so responsive to the slightest touch. It was a marvel to lick at his little hard nipples, finding them by braille in the darkness, and listen to the change in his excited tiny gasps. Duo shifted restlessly against his thigh, one hand stealing down between his legs and actually starting to jerk himself off before Wufei smacked his hand away.

"Hidoi," Duo husked and Wufei silenced him with rough heavy suction applied to his mouth, kissing it swollen.

He trembled as he pressed his hand against Duo's stomach, inching it lower. He had touched himself before of course, but this was crucially different. Duo crowded against him and touched his mouth tentatively with strong but slender fingers.

Duo's thighs were sticky and Wufei blushed darkly. He traced the shape of the tight muscle below soft velvet skin and it twitched under his fingers. Duo offered his mouth again and Wufei took it, his hand closing firmly over the hot point wedged between their bodies.

Urgent, breathless cries tumbled from the beautiful American's lips and Wufei swallowed them all. He was a little chagrined, and very relieved, that Duo wanted to be taken rather than the other way around. Duo was *big!* Bigger than his own admittedly average size, at any rate. Then Duo began to rock harder and Wufei put the hand on his hip instead, stilling him.

"Mmf..." Duo mumbled a protest, hazed eyes trying to focus on him.

Wufei quieted him with a sweet brush of the lips. "What do you want, Duo?"

"You *know,*" Duo protested, throwing his arms around him, the heavy sweep of his hair sliding loose over their naked skin as they shifted.

"Say it, then."

Duo mumbled something incoherent against his mouth.

"Louder, Duo," Wufei encouraged, stroking the very tip of the hardness wedged against his stomach. His fingers came away wet.

"Wufei," Duo panted, his voice thick and clogged with drugged emotion. "Wu, I want you inside me. I want you to fu-fuck me." He tripped even worse over the expletive this second time.

Wufei stroked back the hair from his face, kissing him slowly to learn the shape of what he'd dwelled on by mere feel. "It's going to hurt."

"I don't care!" Duo sparked against him, flaring against his mouth. "Do you think I'd be draping myself in your lap and parading around the room half-naked and sliding between the sheets with you now if I cared that it would hurt? I want you to *fuck* me, Wufei, and do it NOW!"

Wufei blinked. Well, when he put it *that* way...

He was hard again at the prospect of burying himself in tight silken Duo -- for real, not in fantasy -- as he'd dreamed since the first night they had begun rooming together. And so he pushed the amorous writhing boy to the bed and kissed him hard. Duo's legs parted for him as he settled between them and his erection nestled between the tight globes of Duo's rear.

"You feel so good," he touched that rosebud mouth with his own, the head of his penis seeking -- and finding -- another rosebud, even tighter and hotter.

Duo lifted into him, lifting his legs and crying out shamelessly as Wufei plunged inside, past the initial resistance and covering his mouth hard.

"I -- I can taste you," Duo panted, pulling him close and deep. "More...deeper...ah, I can taste you in my mouth..."

Wufei moved inside of him, mouth open and breath leaving him in harsh gasps, thinking vaguely that he should be careful but Duo was rolling his hips up to meet him in careless beats, releasing eager little noises. The only thing he could do was bury himself in the welcoming warmth again and again.

Dimly he was aware of Duo's blunt nails dragging a path down his back and he rocked into him harder, faster, like in his dream only *this* Duo wouldn't dissolve. It was the real Duo beneath him, letting him do this most intimate thing to him, their two bodies joined in a wash -- an uncontrollable *wave* -- of deep-seated nerve thrilling pleasure.

Duo's penis was throbbing violently between their bodies, spilling and making both of them a sticky mess. His anus clamped down hard on Wufei's shaft.

The tight clasp of hot wet Duo, silken clutching insides, made him come again.

It was fire thrilling along every lit-up nerve; it was everything good in his life given fine sharp focus...he closed his eyes and slumped against Duo's limp jackknifed body. Duo pressed dazed kisses to his temple and cheek.

"Koibito," he whispered, pulling out, and Duo shivered. They clung together, bound to one another by entangling sheets and loose heavy hair.

Duo nuzzled at his mouth. "Why'd you wait for so long, Wufei? I've been flirting and dropping hints all this time... Jeez, I was ready to strip and dance around the room!"

Wufei nearly giggled tiredly at the incredible image that provoked.

"You did strip, Maxwell," he pointed out, sleepy and hugging the slender muscled body against him. "I rather like the results."

His eyes were securely shut and he was weighted down with the first sweet heavy wings of sleep when they snapped wide open. He pinched Duo, hard.

"OWW!" Duo yelped, jerking and banging his head against Wufei's nose. He gave Wufei a halfhearted poke in the diaphragm. "What the hell was that for?"

"Making sure you weren't a dream."

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