Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breathing Methods ❯ OxYgEn MaSk ( Chapter 1 )

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Breathing Methods

by Shy Apocalypse

 

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Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, lest I sic my lubricated ferret on you. This disclaimer also stands for all other chapters, so I'll do it right. I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own any part of the company that does. I am not a part of its creation, and I write this for my own devilish amusement. I make absolutely no money off of this.

Warnings: Yaoi, male on male action. In other words, this is a homo-erotic centred piece of work. I appreciate it also if you do not steal or copy this writing…without my express permission. To do so with result in horrible, lubricated death. And gumming of your little toe by my toothless little dog. Also OOC, disconnected timeline, harsh language, strong sex scenes and adult themes.

Pairings: 2x5, 1x5, 3x5, 4x5.

Dedicated: To all the people who make me warm inside. Thanks, guys and girls. Also to Wufei, for being so damn OOC in my little hentai mind…sooo much easier to write.

 

 

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Prologue

 

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Sometimes I find it hard to breathe.

 

Oh, there is nothing wrong with my lungs, as far as I can tell. There is so medical explanation for this phenomenon, though I dearly wish there was, in the dead of night. When I try to cling to sleeps sweet embrace my chest collapses, and the air trying to fill my lungs ends up strangling me instead.

 

I'm not a bitter person. Usually I would delight in finding the cause of an obvious fault, and correcting it as harshly as it needs to be done. I do not do things by halves. I'm sure certain people would disagree with me, but honestly, with this threat of death by slow suffocation hanging over my head, I don't give a damn.

 

How can one explain a killing fear? For that is what it most certainly is, despite every fibre of my being rushing to deny it. I know what it is, a little of how it's caused, but…I don't want to cure it. Because that means admitting I was wrong, and if there is one thing I hate more than having something wrong with me, it is apologising to somebody for a problem of mine.

 

It's not sleeping that terrifies me so.

 

It's the damn bed. And unfortunately, this isn't a bad case of clinophobia…oh no…it's something far, far worse.

 

 

 

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OxYgEn MaSk

 

The First - Duo Maxwell

 

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He's silent as he slips in behind me, the crisp cotton sheets rustling from his slight movements, and I tightly squeeze my eyes shut, one, because he can't see me doing it, and two, I'm afraid again. I don't want to face this, anymore than he would probably not want to hear about it. There's a small silence, and I swear I can feel eyes resting on the nape of my neck, before a quiet sigh as the lamp is switched off with a slight click.

 

Rustling again, more violent this time, as he wrestles himself into a comfortable position. Even in the moments before he goes to sleep he's energetic, a fact I'm slightly envious of, but not tonight, with this terror making my mouth run dry and setting my temples pounding. If he knew…if any of them knew…I would be dead. They're soldiers, terrorists, as am I; if I found one of them with the same problem as this, I would get rid of them efficiently, before going about my business once again. That's the way I operate, and despite all of us being so different, I can't help the images popping into my mind. I would shoot and ask questions later. How do I know they won't do it too?

 

It doesn't help we're being forced to share beds. Security reasons, they tell us. How can sleeping in the same bed with a man that has a trigger finger be safe or security like at all? I'll probably be shot, with or without the divulging of my dirty little secret.

 

I stiffen as he rolls again, his breath washing in a warm, damp wave over my shoulders before he settles down again, spread across the bed like a rug on a hardwood floor. Gods, I'm in trouble. I have to strangle the whimper rising in my throat, and turn it into a silent sigh, and it warbles slightly as it passes over my lips. I feel him start a little, and I must have made some sound of sort, to trigger that sort of reaction. It must not have been as silent as I thought.

 

My forehead aches, because my hair is pulled back so tightly. Normally I would take it out before I went to sleep, the routine of brushing a pleasure I can't allow myself when others are so near. I miss the five hundred strokes, the comforting feeling of the teeth dragging through the small snarls, caressing my scalp as it makes my hair lie close to my head, silky and easily manageable. If I don't die before the week is out, my hair's going to be matted anyway. No good will come of this situation.

 

My eyes are still closed tightly, even though I know I will not get much sleep tonight. Not with another so near, triggering my defences, making my skin crawl, a hideous feeling I would give my life to get rid of. I can't sleep. I can't. How they expect me to operate under conditions like this is beyond me. I hate the thought of another being so near, making me even more vulnerable in an already weak position. I haven't slept more than a few hours a night for nearly a week, and it's already taking it's toll. I'm fine now, I collapsed enough last night so I'm not really that tired at all. But…it's going to get worse, if recent events have anything to do with it.

 

Gods damn Yuy. That merciless stare, that arrogant posture, as he berated me like I was a child! The fool. It was my fault, yes, that I missed the last page of the document, therefore rendering the mission a failure to all extents. One stupid, insignificant, utterly infuriating scrap of A4 paper that I hate with all of my considerable fury. I got it anyway, but because the deadline was a few minutes over, it wasn't counted a success. Damn his expectations, always making me push myself harder, when I'm stretched so taught I can feel my hold on reality straining. Next thing you know I'll start hallucinating, and take innocent civilians with me on my descent to hell.

 

I can't hold back my startled sound when he shifts again, and there is a shocked silence for a moment, before a whisper soft apology. I feel my insides burn with shame, and hate myself for my body betraying me so easily. I hate this bed. I hate the fact that he's so close, almost shoulder to shoulder, for the room has only space enough for a bed a little larger than a single and nothing else. This building is torture, the design preposterous, the fact it's so small another thing to add to my list of things I wished never existed. I know it's hard for him too, and I should be more considerate…but damn it, this is too much for me to handle!

 

It…it is? I mean, it's no surprise considering I can't relax one tiny little bit, but to actually admit it to myself? Well, this is a day to mark down in history. My lips curl up into a small smile at the irony, before I banish it as he moves again. Honestly, is it too much to ask for somebody else to keep still for a few moments? And why the hell am I here anyway? I could have slept outside, on the roof or something, to spare myself this painfully embarrassing experience. I don't have any sleeping gear, but I would probably get more rest sleeping on gravel anyway. Hell, a back alley would be preferable!

 

But that's a lie, isn't it? Because of my dirty little secret.

 

And I can feel it, that panic rising like a terrible cloud in my lungs, and it strangles me even as I keep myself silent. I can suddenly feel his body heat pressing against me, so close, so intimate, so…this is torture. If our enemies knew all it takes to destroy me is a cute boy and a small bed, my existence is doomed, and I'm already dead and buried. If they don't kill me first. His very touch, the smallest of pressures on my ankle from his own, is enough to make me tremble inside, my innards melting and liquefying, making me feel sick. I hate this bed. I hate this rising fear, this squeezing as my lungs collapse on themselves. I can't breathe.

 

No, seriously, I can't breathe!

 

I sit bolt upright, both my hands flat to my chest, as tortured breathes try to escape my sealed throat, the entire bed shuddering from my sudden violent move. Silk slides under my fingertips, the shirt I always wear suddenly a noose, as the collar tightens around my neck and my eyes screw tight even more, the pressure on my eyes making startling explosions of colour against my retina. No, this is just psychological, you're not being suffocated, it's just your mind telling you this, it's not real! Not. God. Damned. Real!!

 

A rasping sound escapes my lips, the demands on my lungs too much for my voice to bear, and I shake my head violently as the boy beside me sits bolt upright, his own breath catching at the fear that reeks, the sweat that's springing up all over my body sharp with it. My hands move up to clutch at my throat, and I don't know why. Perhaps my body is ganging up on me to finally finish me off, sick with the lies and pretences I try to force into it everyday. No…it's just a natural response, trying to relieve the tightening, trying to massage calm into the taught muscles and tendons my neck suddenly hosts.

 

I'm sick. I'm so fucking sick! I can't even control my own damn body. I flinch violently as a hand reaches out, brushing against my shoulder, and it's jerked away with a hiss from my explosive gasp, as cool fresh air fills me for a moment, before my windpipe shuts itself down again. This is getting beyond ridiculous. If I don't calm down, I will suffocate, and everything I've been through…all this pain, all this suffering I've been through in the past two years…it will all be for nothing, and my life will really turn out to be a lie.

 

That hand brushes my shoulder again, and I can't control myself anymore.

 

A startled breath explodes through his nose as I crush my lips to his, and it grazes against my cheek as I tilt my head, the force bruising and terrifying…and so God damned right! My chest loosens all at once, and I gasp uselessly as I pull back for a second, opening my eyes and staring into his shocked cobalt, before I snap our heads back together and all he can do is whimper and wriggle.

 

And…then…

 

He relaxes against me, lips mirroring my own as they seek to grasp, brushing against each other as I lean into him more forcefully. His hands, not hesitant at all, bruise my shoulders as he pulls me closer, calluses I can feel even through the shirt I suddenly don't want to wear anymore, and not because it had been choking me moments earlier. Gods…this is good. I don't know if he'll kill me once he realises just who he's kissing back, but for the moment, I'm content to die. I'd relish it, even, if he was the one killing me.

 

I gasp again as his tongue forces my lips apart, prying them open with unexplainable force, sliding into my suddenly lax mouth and wetting the inside of my lips. It's slippery, offensive, and thrilling….I love this too, I'm startled to realise. The bed seems even smaller, but it's not panic inducing this time, just pleasant and welcome in the scheme of suddenly turned events. Our mouths open fully, lips almost vacuumed to each other, and that tongue probes deeper as our breath shunts through our noses, hurried and loud in the silence the room used to contain.

 

He moans as my lips leave him, as if in disappointment, and he nearly downright wails as I suck on the tongue still inside my mouth, licking it and flicking it with my own, drawing it deeper as my hands rise to grip his waist. His bare flesh is taught beneath my palms, shivering as I slide up and down that tongue in a parody of sucking a cock, and I run the surface of my tongue under his, tasting and exploring, and enjoying every single second of it. My dirty little secret. This growing attraction, to all of them, that makes my blood burn and my senses reel whenever I have to share a bed with them, whenever I'm near them. I wonder if he knows.

 

He shifts his head forwards, so that we're kissing again, and our tongues battle as our breaths become hurried, faster and faster with every second an eternity as it passes us by. My skin crawls, but with pleasure this time, my belly liquid again with warmth and lust and sex. This is intense. Very intense, and if I wasn't so turned on, I would probably be terrified by the insistence of it. But I don't get much chances for pleasure, and I don't usually let myself go like this, and for the moment I'm allowing it! Because…this is good. Not many things are good in my life.

 

My hands slide up his bare torso, lingering on the curve of his diaphragm, his skin slick with sweat, and my fingertips bump over his ribs, dip into the slight concave of his belly. It's soft, and flat, tight skin and rippling muscles and so very touchable, and I pet it slightly as he forces my head to the side, so he can plunder my mouth more effectively. I don't have any delusions that he thinks this is another person. The fact that he's touching me so easily, if a little inexperienced, a little unsure of my flat chest and hardened torso, and the encouraging groans he's letting escape him let me know he knows what he's doing. And, amazingly, that turns me on even more.

 

His tongue flickers upwards, tracing along my teeth, and I have to thank the Gods that I brushed my teeth today, as I hadn't had a chance to the day before, in the grime and muck of the battlefield. It leaves tingling pleasure in its wake as he moves along, tracing against the curves of my gums as his lands linger around my bellybutton, fingertips warm and harsh against my skin, even through the barrier of cloth. Beautiful. Amazing. My hands rise even more, and a strangled gasp escapes into my mouth as I find a hardened nipple, the flesh around tightening in pleasure or pain, I don't know, as I rub against it harshly with my palm. Fingers dig into my collarbone almost cruelly, as his other hand moves even lower, brushing against my quivering abdomen, to where the waist of my shorts begin, trying to edge under.

 

I'm not even sure if he's conscious of what he's doing. I know I want him, badly, want him so much every fibre aches for it, every blood vessel swelling with the promise of pleasure, but he could just be reacting to the moment. He could just be doing what I want him to do, with no conscious will. These thoughts vanish as he growls, his lips leaving mine as he pulls my shirt up, wanting it off of my body. I pause for a moment, eyes flickering over the planes of his face, and I don't know what I'm searching for, but I think, whatever it is, is there. I let him pull it over my head, instincts rising before I quell them as I'm temporarily disabled, and then it's gone, and his mouth is on mine again. Slick, hungry heat, and I let him fuck my mouth with his tongue again as his hands explore newly discovered territory. I moan as he finds my own nipples, tweaking them, and he sighs into my mouth as he becomes a little bolder, fingertips stroking with sure, deft movements. For being so inexperienced, which I think he is…hell, we both are, really…he's pretty damn good with his hands. And he's an amazing kisser.

 

My hands drop suddenly, down to his lap, and he squeals as I stroke him through the barrier of his boxers, and I can feel he's half hard, just from kissing. I'm already nearly fully, so it doesn't surprise me much, and the torrid length swells under my touch, rising to meet my hand like a dog being called by its master. I run my hands over it, our tongues tangling again, feeling the blinded bulge as it grows, the featureless bump beneath it, and all the while my skin crawls, because this is so sweet, so good. Rough and swift, no romance or tortured gazes here. This is sex, and lust, pure and simple, and it delights me with its minimalism. He has no soft curves, no sweetly scented skin, no feminine enchantments. He's male, and he carries it so damn well, doesn't he? Funny, that I can find humour when my mind is slowly shutting down, a dim red haze filling my brain as he jerks forwards into my waiting hands.

 

I shudder as an uncertain touch finds me, fingertips and then palms sliding against my own hard cock, becoming more certain and more forceful as I pant into his mouth, edges of cries filling every single breath. While I want nothing more than oblivion, than have my seed spill from my body…preferably where I can see it, because even that makes the pleasure more forceful…this little mutual jerk off won't satisfy me entirely. I don't know how far he wants to go, but I certainly know what I want to do. It's pretty obvious, actually.

 

I want him to fuck me. I want him inside me. I'm a virgin, but I've watched enough porn to know what kind of object I want to be in a…not a relationship, but a union. I'm definitely a bottom, through and through, and while I may not be a fem, I'm man enough to admit I can submit to somebody else, in this at least. I'm proud enough to say nothing would excite me more than to feel a cock inside of me, scraping me, dulling my own pleasure with pain. I open my eyes as we pull apart slightly, still touching each others cocks, our hips twitching as our eyes meet and then lock.

 

“I…I don't understand…” His eyes, hazy with pleasure, capture mine, and even though his tone is slightly confused there's definite lust crawling through it. “Is this what you want? Is this why you've been so…uptight, around us?” I lick my lips and nod slightly, because it's the truth, and honesty is a quality I admire in all men. I don't care if I scare him off through the admission, because he values sincerity even more than I do. “Oh” he breathes, his eyes widening slightly, before they snap closed as I caress the head of his cock, already seeping fluid slightly, moist against my palm and the cotton of his boxers. I lick my lips again, quelling the sudden desire to taste him, because I want this to be more. I don't want to make him come without him being buried in my ass. No other way would satisfy the dirty little secret.

 

“You want…me?” I nod, panting as he grips and pulls, squeezing slightly, something he's done to himself before and is trying to mimic against me, because he knows it feels good. And it bloody well does. “You want…you want all of us?” I groan again, harsh against my vocal cords, and nod my head frantically as he squeezes again, beautiful pain swelling with the pleasure. His eyes widen slightly at the admission, before a lusty smirk caresses his lips, slightly swollen and bruised looking from our furious kissing. “Damn, man, you had us all fooled, didn't you.”

 

“As long as you don't mind, I don't give a shit” I growl, squeezing his own cock in a slight reprimand, and he grunts and thrusts into my grip again. “So that's why you go off against women all the time…” My eyes narrow, and I in turn thrust against him, because the contact is amazing, and my belly flames inside, shuddering and juicy seeing as I'm so turned on by the situation. He chuckles, the sound dark and powerful, and my bones turn to jelly at the sound of it, because it's so damn welcome. “And now…what do you want from me? From all of us? What are you looking-“ He gasps as I squeeze his sac, gently, before I caress it, because I can, and it feels good. He starts again, tone strained, “What are you looking for? `Cos I don't want to-“

 

“I don't want any romantic shit” I pant, because it's true. “I don't want a boyfriend, or boyfriends. I don't want gifts and presents and sweet words. I want lovers, who can get it up, and who can keep it up.” His eyes widen even more, and his cock jumps in my hands. Oho. He's obviously excited by something I said. “It's not in my nature to be soft, and cuddly, and tender. This is just about sex. If it turns into something more permanent, it will be brutal, more like comrades and friends than anything else. I don't want to be a sissy wife type. I'm no fucking fem. I just want this.”

 

“So…what does this mean?” He leans forwards, and his lips brush against my ear, my flesh shivering and curling from the moist breaths escaping against my neck. “It means you get an easy lay, with someone you can trust, with none of the bullshit females carry around with them.” I smirk into his neck, before I nip at the skin, like velvet against my lips and tongue. “Security is something we all need, and fortunately enough, you'll get it from me…if you want it.”

 

He pulls back, and his eyes flicker as he searches mine. I'm not sure what he's looking for. I don't honestly care. I'm a very selfish person, I suppose, demanding all of this when the others don't have even a clue of my intentions. But he's still touching me, allowing me to caress him, so something must be going right. “It's obvious I can get it up, and keep it up…and so can you. I dunno `Fei, would you want me as a lover? You seem to hate most of us, most of the time…especially me.”

 

“Yeah” I growl, leaning forwards, shoving my face close to is, forcing him to focus on me entirely. “And that's because I've wanted to do things with you the moment I saw you. I wanted you to fuck me. And because it seemed like you had no intentions of doing so, only wanting friendship, it fucking disappointed me.” He gasps, surging against me as the admission leave my mouth, eyes shocked and then…then flaring with possessive delight, something I never expected to see from him in a million years. He licks his lips, breath hitching, cobalt eyes dimming as his pupils dilate. Gods, he's fucking sexy like this. “I couldn't breathe tonight, because of the disappointment. Feeling that you would kill me because I want you so badly.” I kiss him briefly, bruising pressure again, because that's what he likes and that's what I need. “I want you all so badly it hurts.”

 

He abandons my cock, and a second later I follow his lead, hands exploring each others chests again, to stem the flow that's rising in our pulsating bodies. “How…how do you want us?” he asks breathlessly, eyes never leaving mine as he tweaks my nipples again, pinching and rubbing to soothe the flesh that contracts around them almost painfully tight. This moment…is amazing, because I've wanted it to happen for so long I nearly can't believe it's actually happening. “I want you all inside me…fucking me, making me come from your cocks.” He cries out at the admittance, eyes shutting briefly, as if he's dazed, and I pant for a second as the rubbing becomes more pronounced. “I want to feel you all come. I want you all to fill me, fuck me, fuck me hard, to make the pleasure even better…I want that so badly.”

 

“You…you do?” I nod again, the only thing I can do as my heart starts beating wildly, my skin tingling with the words flowing so easily from my lips. Even the sound of the word fuck makes me even harder. “Do…do you want that, Duo? You want to fuck me? Because I would be so happy if you did…I'd be so fucking happy.” He shudders, and then nods slowly, eyes deepening to an almost indigo, because of his eclipsing pupils. “I...I do, surprisingly enough. I do want to fuck you. Will you let me?”

 

“Yes” I breathe, and pull back, hands eagerly dropping to my lap, to start to pull off my shorts. His eyes become possessive again, licking his lips as I fumble with the waist, before he skims out of his own. My heart stops, because…his cock flops free, the mushroom like head glimmering with small droplets of precome, and I gaze at it hungrily, taking in the veins of the swollen length, the fine scattered hairs at its base…a jolt surges through my groin, making the space between my legs one shuddering, liquid, heated nerve. I fall back onto my hands as he takes over what I was doing, skimming them off my own body, and we both chuckle a little as my shorts get tangled around my ankles, the situation so….ordinary, in this moment. This breathless moment that terrifies even as it thrills.

 

“We're really doing this” he murmurs, and there is wonder and amazement in his tone. His eyes flash up to meet mine, and I search for hesitation, or resentment, feeling that he'd been forced into it. I moan as I see none, only burning desire, and this need to possess something…possess me. Gods above and Lords below, I've wanted this for so long I'm not sure what I have to do next. A willing, warm body next to me, cock hard, ready to be used against me. Thrusting inside me, taking me. I move quickly, so he won't see my blush, hanging over the side of my bed as I drag my bag towards me. My ass rises in the air as I dig through it, partly because of balance and partly because I want him to see it. I'm not disappointed; a moment later a gentle hand caresses it, and I have to bite my lip to stifle a scream as it traces the curves, lingering on my tailbone and the shadowed recess that begins there.

 

Where is it, where is it, where is it…aha! I drag the leather bound book from my bag, pulling the large tome onto my lap as I sit back down, and he sends me a pout…god, that's a fucking sexy expression…as he's forced to let go of my ass. His eyes flicker down to the book, and then widen in astonishment, probably because it's not exactly what he'd been expecting, I suppose. “'Ancient Chinese Poetry'?” he asks, more than a hint of surprise and amusement in his tone, and I smirk as I caress it lovingly. “You should know me by now, Maxwell” I say, a little mockingly, flipping open the cover to reveal cut away pages, the perfect hiding place for the stash of things exposed inside. “Appearances can be deceiving, no?”

 

He laughs, and my insides warm at the sound. “You…do you know what you have to do?” Slightly startled eyes meet mine as I lick my lips, the lust filling with a tiny thread of fear as I meet his blank gaze. “You have to prepare me, stretch me, you know what I mean?” Realisation flares, and he nods, hands moving forward to press in hot bands around my upper arms, eyes serious. “I won't hurt you, `Fei. I just forgot for a moment, is all. Sex Ed isn't all it's cracked up to be, on L2.” I bite my lip for a moment, searching his eyes for some hint of a lie…I like it rough, I already know that, because I've already explored that avenue of pleasure before. But I don't want to be out of commission for a week, and I don't want this first time to be actually damaging, whatever this invading lust wants. Reason raises its ugly head once again. I finally nod and smile, and he returns it, a little uncertain as I hand him a tube of lubricant. “It's okay” I soothe, for he trembles, albeit briefly. “I'll talk you through it. But fuck, I want it, and I want it bad, so take everything I say with a pinch of salt, alright?”

 

His eyes widen, and his lips part, staring at me partly in disbelief, and partly in rising…want. Gods, he's beautiful. The faint light from the window, set high in the wall, it bathes him, filling all the shadows his bones create, making him almost luminescent, his slightly sweat slicked skin not quite shimmering. He's all sharp angles and soft planes, not quite as skinny as me but lithe enough to be a creature of grace, if he wanted to be. His braid is somewhat loose, as it always is when he goes to bed, but it's tight enough so that no stray hairs frame is face, leaving his jaw in stark relief. Fucking gorgeous. But appearance isn't the only thing that makes him so attractive. He has a quick mind, and a enviable wit; his skills as a pilot beyond compare, same as the rest of us, because we're trained to be beyond compare. If I searched the whole world over I'll never find someone on the same level as me, be it in rank or mind set, and for that, I'm glad. If I only got to have him, I'd be happy for the rest of my life.

 

“Alright” I say quietly, shifting so that I'm nearly lying down, my hands and crocked elbows the only thing keeping my torso upright. My erection is starting to lag a little, partly because of that sudden case of nerves, but mainly because it isn't being caressed anymore; my cock can get quite sulky, sometimes. But it perks right up when I see his, still so hard and lovely, a little larger than mine but not enough so to be a cause of jealousy. I'm going to be snug around him, tight enough that I'll be able to feel everything, and I lick my lips as that thought fills me, a sudden swamping of need and want that leaves me breathless. “Alright, what you need to do….um….lemme think.”

 

“Fei? You alright?” He says this a little mockingly, a small smile on his face that I pay scant attention to, because I'm riveted to the place between his slightly spread thighs. “Fine” I say distractedly, moving my hand, sinking back a little more as it guides itself to my lap. His breath catches as I stroke gently, still so caught up in the sight of him, and my lips part as my breathing becomes slightly heavier. “Fuck, you look so good…alright, alright. Now…uncap that, spread it across the fingertips of the hand you feel most comfortable using.” He swallows hard as he follows my directions, squirting a bit too much out when his hand clenches. Probably because of my combined moan, squeeze, and hip thrust. This feels really good. Oh yeah, the masturbations great, but the expectancy…that's downright beautiful, that is.

 

“Okay.” His voice is a little shaky, but I think it's more from restraint than any kind of fear. He can't keep his eyes off of me; if he wasn't gay before this, he's at least bi from now on, and heading towards full gaydom at a very fast pace. The thought makes me smirk. “How do you want to do this?” I ask softly, and he blinks at me for a moment, slightly affronted. “Face to face, `Fei. Only way for me. I want to see your face.” The honesty in his expression, the way he said those words, as if it is the only option…it makes me feel warm, and I smile again as I nod. “Agreed. But,” and at this I infuse seriousness into my features, and he holds my gaze as I raise the hand that had been touching my cock, in a kind of stop gesture. “If this makes you feel weird, or if at anytime you don't want to do this, just say so. I'll understand.”

 

He laughs. “'Fei, ain't I the one that's supposed to say stuff like that to you? No.” And with that he shifts so that he can thrust against my hip, his cock warm and leaving a trail of slick heat that quickly cools then dries against my skin, making me gasp. “I bloody want this. And you won't be able to stop me once I get going, so say so now.” I quickly shake my head, a little too enthusiastically I think, and he smiles again as he holds up the hand, the fingertips covered in lubricant. “Now what, oh master of sexual deviancy?” I roll my eyes, moving the arm behind me so that I drop fully onto the mattress, the bunched sheet against my back annoying until I kick it partly away. “Now, we get to the fun part.” He grins, before it slowly fades as I gently grasp his wrist, lowering it between my spreading legs, canting my hips up slightly as I bend my knees. “If this is gonna gross you out, I can do it myself.”

 

“Actually, I think I like this part” he says, a cheeky grin alighting on his lips once again, though a furnace roars in his eyes, nearly scorching me with the lust rolling off of him in waves. I shiver, pressing against him unconsciously, and I murmur as cool, slicked fingertips press against the stretch of sensitive skin behind my sac, pressing in slightly before moving down. “One finger” I gasp, and he nods as he stretches out next to me, belly pressed into the gap between my hip and breastbone, erection almost laying across my belly. “Tell me what to do” he whispers, nipping at my lips with his own again, and I gasp as I try to make my brain function again.

 

“Better yet, I'll show you” I whisper back, and I look him straight in the eye as I guide him to my opening, shuddering as the cold tip of one digit circles it haphazardly. His eyes widen, and then slit, and he nods briefly, before leaning in to kiss my jaw line. “Alright….slowly, not too slowly, but….just…here” I gasp, pressing against him so that he slips inside me, slowly at first, and then….almost a jerk, as the small resistance leaves at once, and he's buried in me to the second knuckle. His eyes widen again, a hiss escaping his lips, as my mouth compresses to a thin line, breathless as something seems to squeeze my innards, satisfying pleasure against the invading thrill. “'Fei…?”

 

“Oh fuck, that's good” I mumble, blinking my eyes lazily as he hesitates, searching me for any kind of discomfort. “Now…in, further. Deeper.” He complies with my…almost, but not quite an order, pushing more coldness deep inside…my muscle walls contract around him, trying to force him out, as if my body knows it's wrong to have something going up there…but I've encountered it before, and I know exactly what I have to do to make it relax. I undulate a little, readjusting my position until it disappears, and he gasps as he slips inside more easy, sliding a little in and out, a parody of sex that makes his cock twitch against my stomach. “Damn, “Fei” he says, almost admiringly, and I raise an eyebrow as his eyes glimmer with awe. “You're so fucking tight…and warm, and wet. Fuck, you feel good. I can't wait to be inside you.”

 

“Well, thanks” I say, a little sarcastically, and smile to show him I'm kidding. “Now, spread that aroun-shi-ii-iit­.” He does so before I'm even finished, and I arch off the bed, mouth fully open and scooping in air as my eyes shut tight. I never thought having another person touch you could feel so…good. I've done this myself, but I had to work for a while to get anywhere near the level that he's forced me to with the barest of movements. “Oh, yes” I murmur, pressing against him. “Two, two now, I can take two.” His answer, when it comes, is breathless, “Okay, I am. Tell me if it hurts.” I whimper as another is pressed inside, movements now more complex, threatening to make me come before I shove it away. I reach for him, blindly, and grip one of his hands with my own as my other arm encircles his neck. I need this contact, even during this; a bit of reassurance, because, to put it bluntly, I'm in uncharted waters, and the thought makes me a little nervous. Even though I really want him to fuck me. I tell him so, as he continues, sometimes pressing briefly against my prostate, and I listen with delight as his breathing becomes hurried, almost frantic.

 

Three, invading and twisting, making me wider for him, and I gasp continuously, trying to thrust against him even though there's no chance of that happening. Who would have thought this would transpire? Even though I've dreamed of this for nearly five months now, I never counted it as a possibility. Here we are, me and Duo Maxwell, his fingers buried in my ass as he prepares me for a good, hard fuck. This is fucking fantastic! Unbelievable, surreal, but…oh-so-fucking-good.

 

“So” I pant, as three digits twirl inside me easily, sweat springing up all over my body and dripping down my temples, “Seen any good movies lately?” He laughs, smiling into my neck before he kisses me, right over my pulse, making my stomach do unbelievable twists and turns. I'm so hard it nearly hurts, and I bite my lip as my hips thrust upwards slowly, uselessly, my arm slipping down from his neck so I can caress his back. I feel the harsh knobs of his spine, the delicate curves of his shoulder blades and ribs, before it slips down further, the small of his back as smooth and as cold as carved stone. Our lips meet again, sloppily, tongues and teeth sliding and meshing against each other, and my hand moves around his body, stroking his hip as he slowly stops inside of me.

 

“Ready?” he pants, and I start a little, because it felt so good I couldn't tell that I was sufficiently prepared enough for this next part…the main act. “Wait” I say breathlessly, groaning a little as his digits slip from me, and my eyes narrow in pleasure as the fingers that invaded me curl around his cock. Pretty obvious what he means by that action, I think. “I'm clean…of diseases, I mean” I say quickly when he raises his eyebrows, and I blush slightly, defensively. “Me too” he replies, a smirk on his lips, still touching his cock with casual ease, smearing leftover lubricant, though he's trembling nearly continuously now. I've made him wait far too long.

 

“No condom, then. Brilliant. I've always wanted to feel you coming inside of me.” He gasps, eyes slipping closed, and I feel vindicated as his cock twitches, leaping under his touch. I chuck the hollow book down the space beside the bed and the door, and then roll onto my back, signalling with my hands for him to climb up on top of me. He does so with a groan, and my heart rate quickens, my chest heaving as I try to fill my lungs with as much air as possible. Our rising excitement and anticipation clashes against each other, and it's difficult to determine who's the most eager. Me, who's nearly brain dead with lust and want, my cock now hurting because I'm so Gods damned turn on, or him, snarling as he settles between my spread thighs, breath rapid and quick against my collarbone. “Hold on” I growl, my hips rolling underneath his body, and suddenly my legs are nearly above my head, the back of my knees settling comfortably over his shoulders. He raises both eyebrows, impressed, and mutters, “flexible,” under his breath. I slap him slightly on his side, in retaliation, and he moans as he kisses my neck again, tongue slick and sliding against my skin.

 

“You gonna fuck me, or just lay there, giving me a hicky?” I groan, and his eyes open to glare into mine. “Oh, I'm going to fuck you” he mutters, growling, and he shifts a hand between our bodies, brushing over my cock and sac as I gasp, positioning himself. His braid slithers, from where it was lying against his back, trailing against one of my ankles as it falls to lie to one side of our nearly joined bodies. My breath catches as I imagine the position, the sight we're creating, so close, so close to actual penetration…I think he's under the delusion I'm not a virgin, and I intend to keep it that way. Better that one of us seems to have knowledge of what to do.

 

“Oh, God,” I whine, twisting my head to the side, as the head of his cock pushes gently, insistently, at the tight ring of muscles that is my opening. “C'mon Duo, please, inside, I want you inside, want it so bad…” He squeaks at the sound of my voice, so needy, so pleading…and then he's pushing inside, and I can't breathe again, but this time it's a good thing.

 

It's strange.

 

I can see things more clearly as my eyes open, everything full of subtle shapes and textures I've never really noticed before.

 

I can smell him, sweat, harsh cleaner, and generic deodorant, plus the scent of him…sweet, and yet musky, with a hint of lemons and I just can't begin to explain how fucking good he smells.

 

It hurts, as I knew it would, really fucking hurts for a moment, but then…it's not that bad. Tears rise in my eyes but I blink them away, as the head of his cock pops inside me, the rest sliding in almost as if there was no resistance at all. He opens his own eyes, gasping, cobalt starred with brilliance as he slowly fits himself inside me, fits and starts as his hips jerk, plunging him all the way inside, sliding him home. Pain fades slowly, and ecstasy makes itself known, the only thing I ever surrender myself to…

 

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whisper, my hands rising above my head, to clutch at the cheap plastic bed head. “Fuck that's good, really good. Stop for a sec, lemme adjust.” He nods jerkily, and I don't think he can speak, and the notion fills me with a strange kind of glee that burrows deep into my heart and stays there. He's so full, so hot, and his cock…I realise, with a rush that makes me cry out and causing my own cock to twitch…that he's inside me. Fucking me. Oh dear Gods, I'm being fucked by one of the men of my dreams…

 

His sac is a gentle weight against my ass, because he's buried to the hilt, his length so deep inside me that if I had nothing obstructing him…like my own cock, the head rubbing against his belly, deliciously sensual against his slick skin, and the position of my legs…we would be joined completely, from groin to chest. As it is, he has to arch away from me slightly, and I pant harshly as I try to take control of my suddenly treacherous body. “Go, go, you can do it now, do it….”

 

And he does. We both moan as he slides away; my ass clutches at him, because feeling him inside is one of the best things I have ever felt, in my entire life, short as it may be, and it makes him whine, low and dark and sweet. He moves forwards again, irrefutably forwards, not so slow…..back, and I moan and clutch at him with my legs, the only thing penetrating…penetrating, heh, funny…my fogged mine is the loss of pleasure, the loss of him. Forwards; a snap, and he's buried deeply inside me again, the friction harsh but so fucking good, and I just want to scream his name out, over and over again…

 

So I do.

 

“Duo, Duo, there, deeper, that's it….oh Gods, that's it….I've wanted to feel this for so long….so fucking long….you feel so good…” He pants against my neck, holding his upper body still so my legs stay entwined around his shoulders and collarbone…his hips thrusting forwards, burying his cock deep inside me, pulling nearly all the way out so that the thick head teases the ring of muscles surrounding him, making the lubricant seep from my ass, and I knew he had used too much…”Fuck, “Fei…you're so tight…” he whines, body trembling as he shoves forwards again, both of us gasping from the friction, and the pleasure, because this is so taboo and so right at the same time it makes my body pulse with the knowledge.

 

One hand wraps around a plastic post, the other worming between our writhing bodies to slide against my lower belly, so I can play with myself, so I can run a trembling hand up and down my own cock, pleasured inside and out, stroked steadily as his hips pick up the pace. He grunts as my knuckles twist against his belly, arching away even more and crying out as I tighten around him, so snug and clenching I can feel him decompressing before I force myself to relax. His eyes raise, and they find mine, and they lock as his hips slam into the curves of my ass, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me. “Fuck….you're so….fucking hot…” he pants, and I smile slightly as I make my other hand leave the post, to run careful fingertips across the planes and bones of his thin cheek. He turns his head, to nuzzle into my palm, and I whimper as a gentle tongue flicks out to trace my pulse line, contrasting with the deep, satisfying, earth shattering movements as he continues to plunge deep inside of me.

 

This…this is fucking intense. My mind reels as I throw my head back, gasping and moaning frantically as he nudges his cock against my prostate, sliding precum along my length as my hand gradually begins to pick up pace, sometimes jarring the rhythm as the need possesses me fully. His body heat presses against me, and as his hips become a living machine, all of their own creation and doing, he bends forwards, so that his throat settles against my right shoulder, pressing biting kisses wherever he can reach. “Oh Duo…are you close? I'm close” I murmur, and as I never really try to lie, it's the truth…of a sort. I am coming, a couple of minutes away, and my breathing hitches as my balls throb with the wave crashing towards me. “Close” he whispers, kissing me again, lips and tongue a delightful combination which should be forbidden to ever be apart. “So close…nearly there. Fei, you're so sexy when you're like this, yanno? It makes it all…so much fucking better…”

 

“Yeah?” I pant, and I grin, before a shudder of concentrated pleasure threatens to tear my mind in two. I fight my way back to consciousness, trembling all over, beginning in the place where we're connected so deeply and travelling through my body, a twinge of delight nearly every single second. “Oh yeah” he whispers, before he nearly screams as I clench him tightly, just as he's pushing inside and forcing him to lodge right next to my sweet spot. The next few minutes are nothing but sounds and movement, thrusts and touching and caressing mingling with the tortured moans escaping my lips, the feral growls from him, the possessive glint in his eyes overflowing, turning into something much more darker and sweeter. I can feel him forcing the excess lubricant from me, making it slide in a sticky wave along the cleft of my butt, and I nuzzle his cheek before I start screaming and I can't seem to stop.

 

Thick, ropy gouts of come arch away from my pulsing cock, splattering against his belly and my chest as I push myself upwards, trying to sink into a non-existent heat that probably should be there but isn't. It, in turn, forces him deeper inside me, clenching and sweet pressure making the heat and hardness inside me lodge, squeezing him tightly. He groans as he begins, his rhythm faltering, and I close my eyes, panting, as I take in the satisfying feeling of white hot liquid filling me. Over and over again, plunging inside me, chasing the very ends of pleasure with my body the only conduit, and I gasp continuously as I sink further into the mattress, pushed by his own frenzied search for perfection and completion.

 

His hips finally slow, and my mind tuns to mush, with only the sweet pleasure that is still invading my body its only thought and care. He moves slightly, both of us moaning as he shifts inside me, and I let my legs untwine from his shoulders with an exhausted sigh, feeling every single muscle in my body loosen and then slacken as I practically collapse beneath him. I can feel his arms, shaking with the effort of holding him up, and I mutter impatiently, pulling him down on top of me and curling my legs around his waist, so that he has something to rest on. Hey, I might be selfish, but even I'm not that much of an asshole. I must have tired the poor guy out.

 

He pants into my neck, and my skin shivers, trying to shy away from the moist heat enveloping my pulse. His cock is slowly softening, the bone hard shaft returning to yielding, delicate skin; stretched out inside me still from the force of that last, magnificent thrust. I kiss his jaw gently, feeling relaxed, the most that I've been in months, and his eyes are almost shy as he turns to confront mine.

 

“That was …good” I say softly, and he smiles, nuzzling my nose with his own for a second, before pulling back, his cobalt eyes twinkling with sated glory. He's so beautiful …and I don't think he even realises it. The effect he has on me. And now …the effect I have on him. Heh.

 

This war is going to get mighty interesting from now on...

 

“You're…my first, `Fei” he murmurs, and I have to feel a flash of pride that he could admit it to me. Duo, however much he insists he tells the truth, hides most of it so much it might as well be a lie, and I feel so…happy? Glad, perhaps, that he could trust me with something that could be so humiliating. I smile again, blinking my eyes lazily, and drawl slowly, “Funny, that. You were mine, too.” His eyes widen a little before he chuckles, and I roll my eyes, snorting a little. I think it's quite obvious that he doesn't know as much about me as previously thought. Now he had to deal with a whole new side of me, and myself…maybe a slightly different him. It's almost comforting, the thought of getting to know another more intimately, and my arms curl around his shoulder blades, rubbing the sweat soaked skin.

 

“You ok?” he asks sleepily, tracing the line of my jaw with one fingertip, and I shiver as it slowly runs against my bottom lip. “Yeah” I breathe, pulling him closer so that I can kiss him again, tongue velvet and slick and welcome against my own. Our lips sealed, tongues writhing as intimately as the chaos of sex that prompted such a thing, and I can't help but feel like I've…arrived. Duo's a spectacular catch, a marvellous lover, and a genuinely good person. Beautiful, funny, caring…especially in these moments…and I think it quite possible to see a future evolve from this. Something to look forward to. Besides, he's a fucking good fighter, and as I don't really want my ass char grilled by Krushenada…especially since my ass belongs to someone else now, no?...I want him by my side. Me by his. Warriors, eclipsed by the need and the want.

 

“Are you sore?” he asks, shifting slightly, and I wince as his cock slips a little from me, brushing against my oversensitive prostate on the way out. “Fine” I mumble, letting my head fall back onto the pillow deeply, the strange urge to laugh like a hyena raising in my throat before I squash it firmly. “A little, be gone by morning…my back fucking hurts, though.” He laughs a little before he nods, blinking tiredly, and sighs as I gently, but firmly, start pushing him out of me with my arms, hands against his shoulders. “Sleep, Duo” I say sternly, my tone softened with light affection, and he yawns, shivering as his head slips free, making me feel almost ridiculously empty. I take stock of the damage; still very stretched, but that will be gone in a half an hour. Previous experience tells me it will be so. No split skin, only mild soreness, already fading as my muscles relax and my legs slowly close. Yeah, and that sore back. I almost fall off the bed anyway when roughness glides over my lower belly, so unexpected I hiss wordlessly, and he murmurs a soft apology as I realise he's cleaning me up.

 

I let him do it, calmly watching his movements with half lidded eyes, sighing as he raises my leg up and away from the other as he cleans in-between my thighs. This feels…really good. Not in anyway sexual, really, and that's as lovely as the sex itself. He actually cares about my welfare enough to do this…or something like that. Who cares. It feels good, and that's all that matters, right? He hands me my shorts silently, and we flash grins at each other as we pull them up, over our shins and knees, me casting one last longing look in the direction of his limp cock before dark boxers cover it once again. I poke my tongue out at him when his eyes flare knowingly, his beam wide upon his lips, though his eyelids are drooping hazily and his yawns are becoming more frequent.

 

We both lie down again, me snuggling under the light sheet, and I press a hand to his chest gently, feeling the rapid thump of his heart, the slight rise and fall as he breathed slowly. I smile, leaning forwards to kiss him one last time, quickly, more a peck than anything else, before I flip and turn my back to him. I stretch out a little, and I'm glad he can't see my pleased smile as his hand finds mine, curling around my fingers and squeezing briefly as my eyes slip closed.

 

“So, `Fei…when are you going to seduce the others?”

 

“When I feel like it, Maxwell….why, jealous or something?”

 

He snorts, and my smile widens as his hand tightens around mine, almost possessively if I didn't know any better. Son of a bitch is trying to test me. “Oh yeah, `Fei…I'm sooo jealous of the others…it's going to be fun watching another take you.”

 

It pleases me that he thinks it will be so easy, or indeed, even possible. “I'll enjoy you watching.”

 

“Wanna know something?” I blink, at the curious note that's entered his mild, neutral tone. I yawn, and slowly roll over to face him, our arms moving to compensate the movement and keeping our hands joined together. “Know what?”

 

Eyelids shutter exhausted cobalt slightly, and he smiles a little, brushing callused fingertips against my bare chest, making me shudder as they caress still sensitive nipples, the flesh tightening around them once again. “When I came…inside you, and afterwards…I had the strangest feeling. I don't know exactly, what it was…but it felt like I'd found something. Like I've-“

 

“Arrived?”

 

He nods, still brushing against my chest, and I sigh as I snuggle into his side, brushing careful lips over his. “Try not to think about it too much, Duo” I murmur, my eyes closing as my head slumped wearily on the pillow. “We have to face Beasty Face Yuy in the morning, and I dread Quatre sensing what I'm feeling right now.” He stiffens, and I snort, tugging on his braid in reprimand as I kiss his collarbone. “I feel lazy. And well fucked. Let's just hope his space heart doesn't pick up on stuff like that, alright?”

 

“Oh” he breathes, and kisses my forehead, a hint of tongue sliding against my brow for a moment. “Righty-oh, my Master of Sexual Fancies and Delights.”

 

“Sleep.”

 

“But-“

 

“Sleep. Go to sleep. Beasty fucking Yuy…”

 

“And to think…you want to screw the guy…” I snort, and pull on his braid half-heartedly, and in the time it takes to think up a suitable retort I fall asleep.

 

...But damn, my boy is fine.