Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 14 b = LEMON ( Chapter 15 )

 

A/N: This is the First Lemon that I have attempted- Let alone posted.

Please feel free to criticize, but be nice about it.

If you decide to skip this chapter,

You will not be missing anything relevant to the storyline

And can proceed to chapter 15.

IF you do not like Yaoi lemons and choose to read this anyway,

DO NOT Flame me! You were warned!

 

REPEAT THIS IS A BOY/BOY LEMON!

(or at least my pathetic attempt at one X.x)

 

::GLOMPS:: Thank you Kai-Li for the repeat beta and Suggestions you provided!

Seriously, people! Without her my stories would be on the lower side of Crapsville!

::Gives Kai-Li a round of applause::

 

 

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Consequences of Our Past

Ch. 14 Lemon

 

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The blonde gasped as the chilled linoleum hit his fevered skin, alerting him to the fact that his lover had removed his hospital shirt with very skilled hands. It was a startling sensation in contrast to the heated kisses Wu Fei worshipped his chest with.

 

The empath moaned. If his partner kept this up, his sex-deprived body would cum too quickly. “Fei…” The raven-haired teen paused in his ministrations, a look of fear clouding his ebony eyes. Sensing the other teen's hesitancy, Quatre drew him into another kiss while carefully removing the Chinese teen's shirt.

 

“Wait…” Wu Fei gasped, leaning back in order to put some space between them, “We shouldn't…I shouldn't.”

 

“Why not?” The smaller teen shook his head, his mind in a lust-filled fog.

 

“You're injured.” The Chinese boy pointed out, his fingers tracing the blood-crusted letters carved into the new-type's pale skin.

 

“Wu Fei…”

 

“No, Quatre. If we keep going, and later you need me to stop… I might not be able to.” He moved to get up.

 

“Chang Wu Fei.” Quatre glared, grabbing his partner's wrist to hold him in place. “It's my body! It's my pain! I'll decide what I can and can't do!”

 

“But Quat…”

 

“I will not be treated as an invalid!” Quatre hissed, lunging forward and knocking the startled teen on his back and straddling him.

 

Wu Fei stared at the angry blonde. This was the Quatre he was used to. This was that dangerous strength that made the smaller teen a lethal opponent as well as a worthy ally. This was the teen that kept fighting no matter what. This was the boy he had a deep respect for. This was the young man he had fallen in love with.

 

“Spar with me.” The blond demanded.

 

“WHAT!? Quatre, have you lost your mind!?”

 

“You admitted that I'm strong, yet you still treat me as a weakling!” Accusing azure orbs glared down at his opponent. “Fight me!”

 

“This is insane!”

 

“…”

 

“You're injured, Winner!”

 

“I have 29 sisters, Chang. If I wanted to be coddled I'd call them! I don't need it from you! If I can fight with a fucking hole in my gut and severe blood loss, then I can certainly handle a few bouts of mind-blowing sex! I can take anything you have to throw at me, and you know it!”

 

“…”

 

Tense minutes passed as the two former pilots stared each other down in a battle of stubborn wills.

 

Finally, Wu Fei sighed, closing his eyes. The blonde's glare deepened snorting with disgust, climbing off of his would-be lover. “Fine.”

 

As the smaller teen turned to leave the kitchen, the Chinese boy snapped his leg out, tripping his partner.

 

With a brief cry of surprise, the ex-pilot managed to catch himself and turn to face his adversary.

 

“For the record, I don't approve of this.” Wu Fei stated, rising to his feet. “None the less, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!”

 

“Just don't pull any punches!” Quatre warned, adapting a fighter's stance to compliment the one his opponent had taken. “I want your best, not your sympathy!”

 

“You've got it!”

 

Quatre made the first move, lunging forward, his fist swinging. Wu Fei easily side-stepped it while countering with a high kick. Dodging below the blow, the blonde spun his leg out, catching the taller fighter behind the knee.

 

“Point.” Wu Fei acknowledged as the smaller teen stepped back to allow him to stand.

 

With a roll of his shoulders, Quatre motioned his partner to make his move. In a burst of lightening-fast speed, the Chinese fighter vaulted over the kitchen table to land behind the empath. The blonde, however, seemed to be ready for such a move and twisted in time to deliver a sharp jab in the other teen's chest, causing Wu Fei to stagger back.

 

“Enclosed quarters.” The strategist reminded. “I believe I have the upper hand considering the space we have to work with.”

 

“It would be pointless to continue.” Chang smirked, cracking his neck. “You've improved since the last time we've sparred.”

 

“I've had to in order to protect myself.” Quatre shook his head, “It seems that bodyguards, even ones as devoted as the Maganuacs, are unable to sway assassins.”

 

“How many attempts have you survived?” Wu Fei asked, concerned.

 

“Too many...” The blonde mused before dropping into a crouch and tackling the other around the waist, knocking them both down to the hard tiled floor.

 

Wu Fei hissed as his head hit the linoleum.

 

“Sorry.” Quatre shook his head, moving from his straddled position to stand, “This really wasn't the place for a fight.”

 

“Why are you apologizing?” Wu Fei admonished, catching the thin wrist and pulling the smaller teen closer.

 

“I…” The blonde shook his head, breathing hard at the wave of lust that coursed through him due to the contact.

 

Wu Fei shook his own head, a gentle smile on his face. He reached up and brushed back some of the sweaty bangs. “You're so beautiful…”

 

Quatre blushed, reaching up and tugging at a strand of ebony hair that had gotten free of its tight confines. “You should let your hair down once in a while.”

 

“Think so?”

 

“Yeah…” The boy smirked, leaning down and kissing the pinned teen's jaw line.

 

With a gentle caress, the Chinese teen guided the blonde into a deeper kiss than any they had previously shared, and as it continued, hands began to wander across bare skin and through hair. Quatre settled his weight on his partner after Wu Fei had groped his ass, pulling his hips downward.

 

Sharp gasps escaped both teens as they felt the proof of the other's desire rubbing against one another.

 

“Oh, Allah… Fei…” Quatre moaned in ecstasy as the Chinese boy lifted his hips to create friction between them.

 

“Are you a screamer, Quatre?” The oriental whispered huskily in his partner's ear as his hands deftly undid his lover's drawstring and slipped inside to caress the heat that was confined in the cloth prison. Smirking at the strangled whimpered response, Chang began teasing the pale earlobe with his tongue.

 

The blonde's hands fisted against the floor as his hips seemed to thrust into his partner's hand by its own will. “Y-You're such a tease…” he gasped as his partner's love induced lust and the physical ministrations assaulted his senses. “Fei…”

 

Nibbling his way down the empath's pale skin, Wu Fei nipped at one hardened nub before swirling his tongue over the other. “You're delicious, Quatre… addicting…”

 

Biting his lip to keep his moans quiet as his lover lavished attention on each bud, the new-type allowed his partner a glimpse of the strong emotions he was sensing.

 

“Shangdi!” The Chinese teen gasped pulling back and staring at the blushing Arabian. “Is that us?” The smaller pilot simply smiled.

 

Quickly pants were lost as well as boxers and the two lovers were tangled in a heap of writhing pleasure.

 

It wasn't until Wu Fei had hit his head again that the empath smirked and pulled him to his feet. Kissing each other senselessly, the Chinese teen gathered the blond into his arms so that the smaller boy could wrap his legs around his hips and carried him into the bedroom before dropping Quatre onto the bed.

 

“We need some lube.” He pointed out as his partner crawled towards the edge of the bed and knelt in front of his oriental lover, who groaned as the smaller teen traced his delicate fingers across his well-toned skin, sending electrifying sensations shooting up his body.

 

“Top drawer…” Quatre replied, lavishing attention to his nipples, making his partner tremble. With a predatory smirk, he leaned forward, kissing his victim's lips hungrily before marking a trail down Wu Fei's body with a mixture of nibbles, licks and suckling kisses until he came face to face with Wu Fei's weeping erection.

 

A vibrant blush burned brightly across the empath's face as he tentatively flicked his tongue across the head, causing the normally composed man to hiss. “Cao!”

 

“I've never heard you swear before, Fei.” The blonde chuckled, tracing the flesh in front of him with teasing touches before taking his partner in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

 

“Shi, Quatre…” The Chinese teen moaned, resisting the urge to just ram himself into his lover as his fingers sifted through silky hair.

 

Sensing that his lover was on the brink of ecstasy, the blonde pulled away much to Wu Fei's dismay. The Asian's questioning glance was promptly answered, “I want you to take me, Fei.” Quatre whispered. “I need you to take me.”

 

It took a while for Wu Fei to process what exactly the pale and luscious lips were saying, and even after he did, more seconds were wasted as he tried to order the tanned slow body to move. However, doubt still held a clinging hold on his consciousness and it screamed caution to him, warning possible damage on his blonde lover.

 

“I'll ask you once more, Quat.” Wu Fei said as sternly as his lust-fogged mind would allow while he retrieved the tube of lube, “Are you sure?”

 

“I'm going to kick your ass again if you keep doubting me!”

 

“As inviting as that threat is, I don't think your apartment could handle another round.” The taller teen chuckled as he leaned in to thoroughly kiss his partner while he ran his calloused fingers along soft pale skin towards the blonde's hidden entrance.

 

Quatre bit his lip, burying his face in his lover's neck as one finger, followed by another, were carefully inserted into his most private of places.

 

“I refuse to cause you pain.” Wu Fei stated, his voice low with desire, though the words proved he still held onto a remnant of rational thought.

 

Blonde locks tickled the Chinese boy's chin, “It's just uncomfortable…” He whispered. “Keep going. I'll be fine.”

 

Pausing to add more lube, the oriental captured the smaller teen's lips into a fiery, distracting, kiss as he stretched his lover to his satisfaction.

 

Removing his fingers, Chang coated himself liberally before pressing against the tight opening. “Relax, Quatre.” He soothed, placing feather-light kisses on the tense teen's shoulder until he was slowly buried completely within the scorching heat of his lover's body.

 

Straining himself not to move, Wu Fei was concerned when he noticed how still his partner had become. With his eyes closed, body limp and breathing shallow, it seemed as if the blonde had fallen asleep. “Quat?” he prodded, rubbing his partner's arm, trying to stir him.

 

Slowly, azure eyes blinked open and a smile crossed the peaceful face. “I'm alright.” The empath assured, sounding short of breath. “Just really intense… Give me a sec...”

 

“All the time…” The Chinese boy promised, placing a comforting kiss on his lover's forehead.

 

Several moments later, Quatre shifted his hips slightly to add friction to their coupling, making a deep groan rumble in Chang's throat. “Move.” He pleaded, his own voice thick with desire.

 

Happy to oblige, Wu Fei started to slowly thrust, shallowly at first, then deeper and stronger as his partner's body language urged him to, along with demanding vocalizations. Soon they were caught in a frantic rhythm and their cries filled the room in cadence with the thudding of the bed against the wall.

 

“Shangdi!” Fei groaned, the tightening in his lower body warning him of his impending climax.

 

“Allah!” Quatre screamed, as his lover reached down and started to stroke him off whle he was repeatedly pounded into.

 

“FEI!”

 

“QUAT!”

 

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Coming down from their orgasmic high, Wu Fei placed reverent kisses along his panting partner's shoulder. “Are you-“

 

“Don't you dare finish that question.” The Arabian tried to glare. The resulting expression was more like a child sulking than a trained terrorist's serious warning.

 

Laughing, Chang shook his head. “I honestly wasn't going to ask what you think I was going to ask.”

 

“Oh really?” Quatre raised a disbelieving eyebrow while lifting his thin fingers to caress his lover's face. “Then what was your inquiry?”

 

The teen smirked, shifting his hips slightly, allowing his partner to notice that not only were they still joined, but Wu Fei was still rather hard. “Care for more?”

 

Azure eyes closed in bliss as he groaned his own length reawakening. “Hell yes!”

 

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Hours later, Wu Fei fumbled with the messed up sheets before raising them to cover him and his lover. Already drifting off to sleep, Quatre hummed happily as he snuggled closer to the Chinese teen. “Nohiboka…”

 

“Wo ai ni, Quatre.”

 

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To be continued…

 

A/N: Internet is a wonderful thing. The Mandarin and Arabic sayings I found via different web searches. I'm not positive on the accuracy of the translations but from what I've found… “Shandi” is God, “Cao” Is Fuck and both “Nahiboka” and “Wo ai ni” is I love you. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.