Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breathing Methods ❯ EmErGeNcY CpR ( Chapter 4 )

 

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EmErGeNcY CpR

 

The Comfort - Heero Yuy

 

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I thought I managed to keep it to myself, at first. My silk shirt slides under neath my palms as I wrap arms around myself again, head tilted down so far my chin is touching my chest. My eyes squeeze tightly closed and I pray for this to pass. So they won't see. Shouldn't…why isn't…he should be enough!! I shouldn't be so damn…so bloody…I just shouldn't…

 

Duo has seen it though, and I can feel his gaze on me as I try to shake myself out of it. “'Fei. You know what this is. It's a panic attack, brought on by us talking and the need you feel. The want. You understand that. You let somebody get too close when all you want is for them to be closer. You need the balance, and it's okay to admit that. Only a panic attack. Hell, even Heero has panic attacks.”

 

I shake my head frantically, still gazing downwards, feeling my throat close even tighter. I'm not scared…I'm just so…sad. Depressed, perhaps. And that feeling of disappointment, the siren call of loneliness, even though I have proof I'm not alone…it tears me in two.

 

My feet take ages to find, and when I finally do, I push myself up and away. Escaping. I'm not hiding it, not trying to deny it. l want to run, take myself out of a situation I don't think I'm ready to deal with just yet. Somehow my feet vanish again halfway across the room, and I sink to my knees, as floppy as a rag doll, still shaking my head.

 

I'm as cold as ice, the small breaths I'm trying to keep silent rattling anyway, cold sweat springing up on my forehead and trailing tear like down my over-sensitive skin. My clothes are too tight, the floor too dusty, the air so thick with things unknown it refuses to enter my throat anymore. It's like trying to breathe honey.

 

I hear Duo's voice behind me, and I flinch, and it stops. Then - “Heero…you've accepted it. I can see. He's scared of me at the moment because I made him talk about his past, so he probably won't accept me. I'll make it worse.”

 

Heero's reply is quiet, and calm, and I latch onto the strength he has as I try to ground myself. “What do I have to do?”

 

“Heero…wait…”

 

“Barton, he is not faking this. Chang can be a very bad actor when he's upset, and this attack is genuine.”

 

“That's not what I meant…if you pacify this panic attack now, he won't be able to deal with the next one. They'll just keep coming. He has to try and get over it, because we need him, for the war.” His voice is gentler as he adds, “We need him as a friend.”

 

Duo. “He can't deal with this alone…because we're the ones that cause it. Don't you understand? Haven't you been listening? He's…fuck, I don't know how to say it. He wants us. He thinks it's wrong, deep inside, because he respects the hell out of us, and doesn't want to lose our friendship. He called himself an easy lay, when we had sex, and that's not true because this is harder for him than any of us.”

 

Trowa. “I…I don't know if I can…Duo, I care about him too much to use him like that!”

 

Duo. Added smirk. “It's not like we're using him, because he wants it before you even realise what want is. He loves to be touched, his neck especially. He practically purrs when you kiss his neck. We're not using him. I'm not. I care about him too, and I think he's beautiful, and that's why I'm his lover and he's mine. Lover may imply something else, but it's closeness, relaxing, good sex and honest answers. It's a good thing.”

 

Quatre. Slightly strained. “If my father can have six fucking wives, I don't see why I can't be in a relationship with a hot guy who wants me, as well as my friends. Doesn't make him a whore. Makes him beautiful.”

 

Duo. Relieved sigh.

 

Heero. “Tell me what I have to do, because he's getting worse.”

 

Duo's voice, soft, gentle. “Go to his left side. That's it.” Body heat rolls at me in waves, and I shudder again, because it's making the ice in my lungs melt, making water trickle into my stomach.

 

“Heero…Duo…ask him. Ask him, before you try anything, at least.”

 

“Wufei?”

 

“Babe, do you want this?”

 

Do I? Do I honestly want another person near me, when I'm so vulnerable? Do I want another to touch me so intimately again, to make me quiver and shake and tremble, to make me cry out and yell and purr? Oh yes, and that aching need grips me tightly, and I get one, huge gasp inside my decompressing chest before my throat locks completely.

 

I nod slowly, hanging my head in shame.

 

“Alright babe, it's okay, all okay, right Hee-man?”

 

“Hn. Yes.”

 

“You're both ok with this?”

 

“I'm…alright with it. Wufei? Are…are you ok?”

 

I growl, low and feral, deep in my throat, and find three sets of surprised eyes fixed on me, a medley of blues and greens and in-betweens. And Duo, damn him, is smirking again, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Now you'll get to see what I saw, and you'll want him because he wants you.”

 

My dazed eyes finally focus, and the first thing they see are golden lips. Strong, soft skinned jaw line, perfectly hollowed cheeks, high cheekbones dominated by a slim, aquiline nose. Slim throat and shoulders, nicely muscular chest, a totally flat stomach you could probably bounce quarters off of, the naval a dip that draws attention to perfectly proportioned hip bones. Long legs that just won't quit, bronzed skin that glints in the warm sunlight filtering through the window at the end of the hall, a creature of the day and of the light. A flash of white, even teeth as his lips part, breath shunting through his nose as he notices something in me he likes, something forbidden and dangerous and wanton. Soft chocolate mink hair framing an angular face, gloriously tousled and yet neat and yet completely wild. Raised eyebrows, half lidded eyes, the slant faintly visible even in this bright light. And then…

 

Glaciers. Iris petals. Blades and chance and death, coldness not permanent but so much a part of them they've absorbed the colour of ice. Stormy clouds around the outer rims of the iris, a soft purplish shade in small half moons underneath the pupils. Light and dark striations, with the oddest thing…pure black strands against the piercing blues, edging them, making them hungry and insane and so beautiful I think my minds about to blow. Yay. Go hormones, and the poetic side of me that refuses to stay buried - despite a jaundiced use of the shovel on its squeaky little head.

 

I can breathe. Gods above and Lords below, I can breathe.

 

“Now what do I do?” He sounds strangely breathless, so unusual for him, and I blink softly when Duo says quietly, “Touch him. His face, his neck, his shoulders. Touch him like you would want to be touched.”

 

He swallows hard, and I realise he feels out of his element here, in this moment. Usually so strong, so stubborn and bone headed and remarkably emotionless…but still kind to all of us, still urging us not to give up on ourselves, when all we want to do is lay down and die. He would always be there for us, until the day an enemy robs him of his life. It's in his nature to be protective, in his nature to care, however much he tries to deny it.

 

I sigh softly as he brushes gentle fingertips against my cheek, another stroking the delicate wings of my collarbone, and his uncertainty fades as I begin to lean into him. There's a soft gasp, probably Quatre but maybe Trowa…who cares…and Duo, sounding strangely pleased, as he whispers, “There he is. That's the `Fei I saw. The one that wants you, Heero, the one that would do anything just to be with you. Do you see him?”

 

He nods wordlessly, his caress still so gentle, but I don't feel the passionate rush I felt with Duo, only quiet simmering, expectation and softness. It's a wonderful feeling, this unhurried boldness that he exudes, so different from Duo, who's impulsive, and as for myself…it's different with him. I don't want to rush, strain for the perfection of completion and glory. I want him in such a different way it floors me.

 

I close my eyes, smiling with the feeling of safety that presses against my stomach, lust curling and purring instead of racing and roaring, filling me to the brink with a breathless want that urges me to touch him, feel him as he is feeling me.

 

He sighs as my hand rests lightly on his forearm, the one whose hand is tracing thoughtful patterns against my neck and shoulders. I turn my head slowly, catching his other hand unawares as I nuzzle his fingers, kissing the palm and the small, dainty bones of his wrist, before allowing it to return to this quiet stroking.

 

“Wufei…can I kiss you?” His tone is almost reverent, filled with the same awe that I feel for him, this cusp between respect and almost affection. We may not get along, most of the time, we may not be the best of friends…but we're both quiet, and we're both here, and this moment is too precious to bear thinking about. He's my friend...albeit the mostly grouchy one. My safety, and I smile again, opening my eyes so I can look into his, searching for something I have no name for.

 

“Yes” I whisper, and he almost smiles, before he leans forwards, and brushes his lips against mine. It's almost chaste, this first touch, this tingle that threatens to overwhelm me, basking in the sweetness of it all. So perfect. Just us.

 

I fall into his lap in a tangle of limbs and soft passiveness, his arms, so strong, wrapping underneath my back and supporting me. My lips prickle as they brush against his, ever so softly, and I watch as he swallows hard, throat working convulsively. His hair is soft as I rase a hand to caress it, scritchy-scratchy against my fingertips, and I whimper as his hands run in hot lines, soothingly, along my spine and ribs.

 

He tastes sweet, something I had never suspected. A hint of honey, a touch of mint and spices. He smells wonderful; grease and metal, sweat and deodorant and mandarins. His skin is toughened but still wonderfully smooth, having lost the colony softness from being exposed to a none-too-gentle sun. I squeeze him a little, giving him some warning, before I gently trace my tongue against his deceptively harsh looking lips. He starts, a little prepared for something new but not entirely, and I hum apologetically before my tongue snakes forwards again. He gets the idea very quickly; holding me to him as he slowly prises my lips apart, lapping just inside my slightly open mouth, and I whimper as the flickering motion sends shivers of electricity into my stomach. Gods, he's good too. Very good kisser. Hmmm…

 

“I need you now…I always needed you….I need you inside me, oh please Gods, so deep…this much… so deep.” I pant into his neck, twisting so that I'm sitting in his lap. He's so taught, filled with the anticipation, like a battle for him. The displace between letting go and handing someone else the reins, this cessation of order and submitting to the desire. He's not sure what to do, but his body's fighting for it already, erection warm and hard against my inner thigh. “I'm here, I'm not going anywhere…this deep….want you so bad…”

 

The captive air inside his chest rumbles as his lips descend upon my neck, and I stretch it out for him, whimpering as teeth chew lightly on the taught skin over my collarbone. “Want you too” he growls, and I shudder as he slowly rises to his feet, plastering me against his body, lifting me up with almost obscene ease. “Where?”

 

“My room” I gasp, and he nods, walking slowly as his lips find mine again, almost chaste again. Duo brushes my back with his fingertips as we walk past, and I make Heero stop, raising one hand so I can reel him towards me. Trowa is looking away, face pale, his hands trembling slightly…I whimper as I see he's hard, cock straining against the tight material of his jeans, and emerald eyes flash in my direction before lowering, face flushing with embarrassment. Quatre is looking away too, but more for our modesty than anything else. I kiss Duo for a moment, tongue entwining with his, and from the corner of my eye I see Heero watching us, gaze riveted to our moving lips.

 

“Clever `Fei” Duo whispers, smile warm as he pulls away, eyes heavy lidded as he adjusts his burgeoning erection in his pants. Things move forward so fast. Heero, pressing me against the hallway wall, plundering my mouth and raising my hands above my head as he grinds into me. The door disobeying us, Heero finally having to kick it open, my hand edging under the waist of his spandex shorts and thumbing the tip of his weeping cock. Door shutting, clothes flying, falling onto the bed, a tangle of soft nudity and heaving bodies.

 

He's lying on top of me, lifting himself up slightly with one bent knee, and one crocked elbow. His hairs falls into his eyes as his neck snakes forwards, kissing every available inch of skin he can - which is a lot, considering we're naked- little nips, fluttering lips, and I squirm and gasp below him. His belly is soft against mine, our cocks rubbing tantalisingly slow against each others, his nipples grazing my diaphragm as he lowers himself a little more. I want him. So sexy, so strong, so beautiful. I want him so bad and so gently I can't decide whether to jump him or wait out this torture of soft caresses and lingering tongue.

 

“Lube?” he asks breathlessly, and I have to blink, surprised that he would know. I swear, this is true, so fucking true, I'm not making it up, he grins. Like he's got a bit of the slut inside him too. “I'm not completely innocent. And your body turned me on. I researched. Lube?” I laugh, little shuddering chuckles that jolts both of our bodies, and he moves back so I can find it.

 

I hang half off the bed, lower body skewered, and hunt like a deranged lunatic for the evil little tube. I swore I left it around here…somewhere…aha! Success! Just as I close my fingers around it he grabs my hips, squeezing tightly; the next thing I know I'm on my stomach, hips raised and partly on my knees, and he's rubbing his cock into the small of my back. “Oh yes…” he hisses, and I half turn my head, my breath catching at the utter possession in his face. “I want you slow, so slow, I want to make you come… want it slow.” I swallow hard. Gods, he's so beautiful like this. Trembling on the barest edges of control, wanting me so badly…almost as much as I want him.

 

“Heero…listen…” I start, and as he licks the place between the top of my thighs and the curve of my ass I see stars, my eyes squeezing shut of their own volition. What was I saying? Why would I say it? I'm confused. This feels good. Really good. Oh yeah, have to tell him…

 

“This is…my second time. Please…be gentle?”

 

I don't expect him to be. There's that little part of me, left over from Duo, that wants this screaming and hard, brutal and merciless. But I know this is not all I want, I know that this isn't all sex and pleasure can give me. I want to experience the gentler kind of it, and if I have to manhandle him into doing it I will. I grin, hiding it in my pillow. I like this devious side of me. It almost reminds me of ersatz innocent Quatre, especially after the whole episode with the toothpaste and the exploding microwave.

 

“I wouldn't want you any other way.” He says it so softly I think I'm imagining it, and then gentle hands turn me over, onto my back. His eyes are serious, and sombre, and I hold their intense gaze as I slowly reach for him. He sighs as I reach his chest, and I take a moment to study him. He's graceful, lean and yet muscular, the lines of them directing attention to parts of his body that could make an artist weep at their beauty. Shadowed hip bones, sloping pectorals, nipples like tiny sentinels guarding the space over his heart. His belly is a rippling curve of muscle, his naval added as a inclined afterthought, and I let my hands drift over them, delighted as they clench, his moan making waves of desire buoy me over the wasteland that is my need.

 

His cock…I nearly cry out, at the sight of it. Bigger than Duo, just a tiny little bit, long and slim, perfectly proportioned. The head flaring a little larger than the length, balancing neatly as it curved up towards his stomach, foreskin glimmering with the tiniest trickle of precome and desire. I run a gentle hand over it, feeling his tremble in the very pit of my being, and I smile up at him as he starts to gently thrust into my touch.

 

If this is splendour, if this is all I can have in my life, I will die the happiest man on earth and I will forever hold the title.

 

He's beautiful.

 

This dimming of control, this loosening of morals, it's a ploy that delights even as it terrifies. That he can stand to have another touch him, considering our lives, considering his training, it's…a blessing. A true gift, and I'm so grateful to Duo, for actually sitting down to try and convince the others with me. I know I'm selfish. Hell, I know that this is the most selfish thing anyone can ask of people like them, and while I'm like them, even now it feels a little wrong, too much like coercion.

 

But…he's kissing me, slow and sweet. My lips are tingling from the gentle caress of his, and my skin shivers, not trying to crawl and slink away like it did last time. This is something that will define us, either resulting in losing respect for each other, or having it grow so much our friendship could be unbelievable. Shit, call me an optimist, but I think it's option number two, and that makes this even more shocking. Something good…other than the mind blowing sex, can't forget that lovely little prize…could come out of this, and I sigh, kissing his neck as strong hands trace lines down my body.

 

“I get scared of hurting people, sometimes.” I blink, and raise my head, backing off a little to look him right in the eye. The admission startles me more than I care to admit, but I don't show it, instead just gazing at him, waiting for him to continue. He shudders a little, Prussian eyes still hazy with pleasure, but he's also…nervous? Why the hell would he be nervous?

 

“I'm different, from most…all…people. I don't know whether I hurt them or not, and that sometimes scares me.” He leans back, straddling my waist, and I lie still, being as passive as I possibly can. Inside, I'm jumping around and screaming like an adoring twelve year old girl. He trusts me!? To actually admit a weakness!? Yay! I blink slowly, smiling a little, to show I understand what he's trying to do. Connect. Reach out. And my oh my, isn't this a wonderful moment. No, I'm not being sarcastic, it really is. It warms me in places I didn't know existed.

 

His lips twitch into a small smile of their own, his eyes hooded, almost coy, and his hands drift, sliding up and down my ribcage tenderly. “I want this to be slow, and gentle…because I want to prove to you, and to me, that I can be something more than what I thought I was.” He shudders again, and my hands slowly rise, so they can rest on the arms now placed on either side of my body. “I know” I whisper softly. “I know, I understand, and…I want it too. Can you please show me? How good you can be?”

 

His smile broadens, and he nods. “I know why you want us” he said quietly. “You need something stable, like Duo said. But…I think we need you, too. The other two might take a little convincing, but…this could be a very good thing for us. We need something to look forward to. And if the war ends, and we make it out alive…I don't think we can be with other people. We're definitely not ready to even consider something like love. But…friends, with benefits. Isn't that what this is called?” I blink, and then burst out laughing, not missing the twinkle in his eyes, his own equivalent of a chuckle. Beasty Yuy just made a joke! Mark this day down in history, once I remember what the date it is. Shocking. Marvellous. I lean up so I can reward him with a kiss.

 

That kiss turns into something else, something more. He is gentler, so gentle his hands leave tingling pleasure as they stroke me, devotedly smoothing every inch of my skin. He pulls me up a little, and I sit, gazing at him, while he takes my hair tie out and lets my hair fall in loose black waves, all around me, my shoulders covered with it. He pushes it behind my ears, Prussian eyes blazing again with that promise of desire, and I can't stop shaking as he lowers me down again, so slowly, so softly onto the mattress. I feel like I'm being swallowed alive by feathers, like I'm being caressed with silk and velvet. This is very intimate, almost obscenely so, but…I love it. This…this is fucking amazing, and one of the biggest turn ons I have ever experienced.

 

The hair, just behind his small ears, is very soft…and very tempting to pet. It's a little like a cats pelt, smooth and rough all at the same time, and I bury my fingers in it as he leans over more, caressing my proffered neck with his lips. His cock is hard and warm and smooth, as it rests against my thigh, so close to my own it feels the tingle of his heat even from a distance. Beautiful. I smile, and he smiles, and it continues to be the most gentle experience I think I've ever had, bar family and friends before Nataku.

 

It's like…Gods above, it's like he's worshipping me. That giddy thought curls around, somewhere near my spleen, and I murmur softly, delighted though I dare not show it. So sweet, and gentle…his hands linger, soothing skin and flesh, his lips leaving tingling, red hot kisses all over my trembling frame. So beautiful…

 

“Heero…inside me…please, please do it…need to feel you…” My murmur is soft, but it has the effect of a bomb going off, making him tense and then relax, contracting, reacting. “Okay” he whispers, mouthing the taught skin over my hip bone, and I quietly hand him the lube as I sit up to watch.

 

While his thin fingers are busy with the tubes lids, his tongue has found different uses for itself, and it's having the time of its life. I'm not really complaining either. Not really. He buries his nose in the dark swatch of hair just above my cock, and I moan as my arms start to tremble. He wouldn't…he couldn't. No, not Heero Yu-

 

I scream, hips arching off the bed as he swallows me, effortlessly, like he's been doing this all his life. I don't know, maybe he has done this before, but I can't tell…there's just hot, sucking heat, the graze of teeth…smooth tongue…oh Gods, he's so sweet…

 

With one hand petting my thigh, trusting me not to choke him, he uses his thumb and middle finger to spread me wide, exposing me. I gasp, wriggling a little…but so careful not to shove fully into that incredible suction…as cool air washes over me, making my nerves tingle with promises I can't even begin to name. Then his finger tickles, wriggles, and finally burrows itself inside of me. I push myself up even further, gasping at the thrill of invasion, the claustrophobia of having his lips around me, and I watch breathlessly as his tongue writhes around the base of my cock.

 

I never thought, never dreamed in my wildest fantasies, that this could ever happen! Nor that watching someone slide up and down your length…fluidly, gracefully, Prussian eyes sparkling as lips brush against dripping slit…could make your heart hurt from beating so fast. I slump, gasping, barely able to keep my eyes open under the double…no, triple assault, for his eyes study me closely as his thumb rubs the skin surrounding his probing fingers, sending shivers of pure shock into my belly. Oh, fuck me. Figuratively, literally, and take it to the bank!

 

Fuck, I'm a horny little bastard. Duo would probably be proud.

 

His lips release me, making my cock slap down onto my belly with the strangest sound, and I go cross eyed from the effect of skin on skin. Ohmigod.

 

What?

 

“I said, more?” Huh? What are those sounds? Could they, possibly, in a remote universe so stretched and beyond the realm of my current reality, be words? Am I able to understand words? Am I able to understand? Did he just say more?

 

I mumble something, and it actually makes him chuckle a bit…what the fuck did I just say? Gentle, smentle, he's somehow managed to hack my brain and shut down all of my considerable intelligence. The fiend must be stopped! But…maybe in about three hours time…you know, give him an opportunity to either confess or turn himself in. Meanwhile, I think all the blood in my body has decided to join in the dance between my spread…wait, how did my legs get so far apart? Dear god, I never knew I was that flexible! But anyway, blood, between legs, oh yeah.

 

He's laughing outright now, and being such the bad thing that it is, he actually stops! Oh no, this won't do at all. Shoving my hair behind my ears…god, I really don't like it down…I try to glare at him when he still has two fingers buried inside of me. Yes, that blushing is from me, and yes, I do feel ridiculous. “Heero…please…”

 

He gasps as I gently grasp his wrist, the muscles in his shoulders writhing as my eyes lock with his, and I push him deeper. A slight flash of pain, soothed by the look in his eyes; like Duo, but much stronger, more there. “Heero…” I murmur again, undulating my hips so that he's fingering me properly, and I make the funniest little sound as he finally begins to pick up the pace. “Better?” he whispers breathlessly, and I bite my lip as I nod frantically. “Oh Gods…don't stop…”

 

“I won't. I promise.”

 

Flopping back down, whimpering as strong fingertips make shivery little patterns, in me, against me, withdrawing, advancing. Bright flashes of light, exploding behind my closed eyes, abstract patterns of white and green that make me think of the others, before his lips bring me back to the reality of him. His tongue tenderly exploring, tasting, and then funny thing is, I can taste me. I can hear myself cry out, shoving down, and I make him groan as I ride his fingers like it's the last thing I will ever do. Oh yeah, hell yeah, gentle and sweet and all mine.

 

The sheets twist beneath me, pressure like bands across my spine and the back of my thighs, and I feel the hand spreading me shift, so that fingers interlace with mine. I'm choking now, on the cries threatening to escape me, muttering half nonsense as my eyes open, to see him staring worriedly at me, brushing soft lips across my cheek. I'm nearly crying, he's so gentle, and I hate to admit it, but I bloody do feel like crying. Despite my overused and odd sense of humour, this is…this is…

 

“Shhh, Wufei….please…don't…”

 

“Oh Gods…Heero…do it, I can't take it anymore…” I reach for him, trembling, hands locking on his shoulders, and I try to express the frantic need that just burst inside of my belly, like fruit exploding from the heat of the sun. He bites his lip, looking down as his fingers scissor me wide just the once, before he withdraws, and I nearly wail on the disappointment. “Please!” Hot hands, one slick and the other smooth, rest on my hips, fingertips massaging the cheeks of my ass slowly, before I'm flipped so fast I nearly faint from the overload.

 

I quake, burying my head in the pillow and raising my ass in the air, as a scratchy-squeaky sound heralds the sudden reappearance of the lube. My hands are just in front of me, crossed over neatly at the wrist, and I push my knuckles into the headboard as his hands, now both slick, rest on my upper thighs and lift me even higher. I shudder as hot lips graze against the shell of my ear, turning into it even as warm breath makes me want to turn away, and he hisses, “Ready?”

 

Ready? Oh Gods, how can I ever be ready for this!?

 

It rises. Like a terrible serpent from deep inside me, rumbling and roaring, the purr turned into the liquid wail of need and want and desire…”Oh God, fuck me, Heero!!”

 

There are small cries of surprise, both inside and out of this room, and I realise that must have been quite a bit louder than I had originally thought it would be. Fuck. “Do it, please, need…need you…please! Don't stop! You said you wouldn't! You promised!” Fuck, this is embarrassing. But I can't stop. It's like…it's not me anymore, like I've been scattered to the four corners of the world by a destructive wind. And…that scream…I barely sounded human. I'm more animal than man right now, and the thought just makes the ache between my legs even stronger. “Please…”

 

“I did promise…” he murmurs, sounding amused and yet…somehow scared…all at the same time, and I moan happily as the head of his cock presses against my tingling opening. “And besides…while I want this to be gentle…”

 

He pushes forwards so fast…one moment empty, the next so full I feel like I'm splitting apart…that I scream again, sounding utterly delighted and ashamed of myself…

 

“I want to hear you scream.”

 

My shoulders writhe as I push myself up, so I'm not pressed face first and suffocating into the damn pillow, and I pant as I try to adjust to the thick length inside of me. I'm too tight, not stretched enough, I can tell, but surprisingly enough it doesn't hurt at all. Not like it had with Duo, but the pleasure isn't as good as it was with him, either. Maybe I'm numb?

 

Like that thought released the shock of entry, pain and pleasure flooded me, and Heero held me close as my body was wracked with shivers, my throat expelling tiny cries of agony and ecstasy. He held me close, hands sliding up until they held my chest, and I could feel his fingers twitching with the rapid beat of my heart. “Alright? Wufei, are you ok?” Huh. Now you wanna know if I'm okay. Well, sorry, Beasty Yuy, but Wufei isn't here right now. Please leave a message at the first orgasm.

 

He laughs, dark and breathless, and my skin twitches as a sweaty forehead rests on my spine, scorching breath washing over my raised bones. “Message?” Oh fuck. I said that aloud? “Alright. Hmmm…how about, `Now would be a good time to relax, and just go with the flow', as Duo says occasionally.” He licked a path over my ribs, until he was nibbling at my side, my neck, my ear, and he readjusts our position so that he's taking most of the weight…and the force…of our joined bodies. “Better?” I nod wordlessly. “Want me to move?”

 

He laughs again as I curse his name in a dozen different languages.

 

“I'm not a cunt, and I'm not a tease. Sit up for me, Wufei.”

 

I don't know how I manage it…I'm sure there's an infestation of red striped grasshoppers under my skin, making it twitch and move like that…and he helps me until I can get a grip on the headboard with my hands. “Heero…you better not be planning something evil” I growl, and he nuzzles my neck as he scoots us both forward. “No. Gentle. Please, let me show you.”

 

“As long as you move. Gods, do you know how frustrating it can be when you don't move?” I can feel him shake his head, and I sigh as I'm nearly pressed against the headboard, the small movement creating some friction, at least. “It's like…going into a sweet shop, and having the money for the sweet, but being denied it anyw----oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckfuckfuck…”

 

He starts with the shallowest thrusts, hands wrapped like iron bands across my chest and holding me close to him. He rests his chin on the junction of my shoulder and neck, and before my eyes close I see him lick his lips, swallowing hard. The movement…shallow, sweet and deep, never pulling him out more than two inches at the time…quickly establishes a rhythm that has me panting. “Hmmm….” he sighs, the hands around me squeezing, as my head falls back, and hot lips suck next to the hicky Duo established days ago. I can feel his sharp pelvis bones pressing against my ass, his sac a warm weight that disappears and reappears occasionally, like a tantalising mirage of some kind. Oh Gods, what am I thinking anyway?

 

“Oh…my…god…” I pant, and I can feel him smile, lips still pressed against my over sensitive skin. “You can think of me as a god, if you wish” he whispers, and I have to smile or I'll smack him one. “Very…funny….oh no….oh fuck no….yes…no…oh God…”

 

“Make up your mind…” he whispers again, and I whimper as one smooth, gentle thrust strikes me directly on my prostate, making my cock twitch and throb. “It's made up” I moan, and start to move on top of him, practically bouncing up and down on his lap. I can hear his teeth grinding against each other as he speeds up a little, matching my rhythm, and then surpassing it. His cock is big, feeling bigger than what it probably actually is, and I know it's only because I'm not stretched enough…but it feels so good…

 

A hand slides down my abdomen, pausing to press deeply into my belly button….I wriggle, nearly crying as the pressure from the touch makes me clamp down on him…before it drops to my lap, fingers gently playing with anything they can find. “Feels good?” he murmurs in my ear, and I nod as fast as I can. “Does this feel good?” I expel that animal shriek again as the hand digs lower, pressing down against the skin stretched over his thrusting cock, and I nod madly, taking one arm off the headboard to reach behind me and wrap around the back of his head. “More…”

 

“More of this?” That finger, that maddening, irresistible, God damned to hell finger slips inside while he is, and I'm silent as all the air empties from my lungs. Gods, he's more of a hentai than I am! He stops his movements, making me shudder, and just before I'm about to berate him he slides it deeper. Rubbing his cock inside me, as well as the muscle walls gripping him. I don't know whether to kill him, or start a temple and worship him for all my days.

 

Duo was beyond compare. He's beyond compare. Yet he seems to have more knowledge than Duo has…but he has none of the unrestrained passion, the fire of the lust that Duo has. No, his is more like banked coals…why am I comparing them anyway? They're equally fantastic!

 

You know, I think part of my brain just died.

 

“Heero…what the hell…?”

 

“Do you like this?” You know, if I didn't know any better….I'd swear he's learning something. And that means….well, you only learn something if you have use for it, right? So…he's learning about my body, it's sensitive spots, and the places that hurt…because he wants to do this again…better…Perfect Soldier, my ass! He's a bloody perfectionist!

 

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing…

 

“I'll tell you when I don't like it. Judge…for yourself…whether or not…I like it. Screams…should let…you know…”

 

He gasps for a moment, leaning heavily against me, and I can feel his rib cage pressing into the crawling skin on my back. “Right” he finally gasps, and the finger withdraws bare seconds before he surges into motion again, making me cry out as two sure hands curl around the base of my cock. He pumps it fluidly, his thrusts deeper and more biting as his hips withdraw him more, and I make small grunts of pleasure as the movement strikes a deep cord within me, as well as occasionally my prostate. Something primal, and old, and a part of me so alien I was barely aware of it before this.

 

He quickens…so fast, an unprecedented pace for us…as my hand leaves it's place behind his head, holding more securely onto the headboard as our movements threaten to bash me against it. His small cries….my desperate moans, and harsh whimpers…fill my ears, and our eyes lock as we turn our heads, icy blues melting and freezing so fast it makes my breath catch…

 

Nearly there…

 

“FUCK!!” I scream, as I finally come, the denied pleasure now coursing through me so fast I'm having a very bloody hard…heh, hard, I made a funny…a hard time staying conscious. My cum goes everywhere, splattering against his hands, my chest, the headboard, the sheets…I can't care. I physically can't. I'm…oh fuck….so hard…coming so fucking hard…I cry out again, wailing and clamping down as I seat myself fully on him, and he holds me as my hips writhe to their own dance. “Oh Gods….oh….oh….”

 

“Oh, Wufei…you're so fucking beautiful! That's it…gentle now, gently…”

 

I slump against him, pressing a hand to my eyes, wiping away the sweat that's coursing off of me like rain. I…can't…stop…shaking. Can't. I turn my head, blinking my eyes free of the tears that were finally released, only to have his awe stricken beautiful face confront mine. He whimpers before he kisses me again, chocolate mink hair brushing feathery light against my skin, and I sigh as I recline more onto him, his hands still milking the last drops out of my cock. His lips release mine, chaste and sweet and all consuming, and I smile unknowingly as I gaze into liquid glaciers masquerading as God damn sexy eyes.

 

“Heero…thank you…”

 

He smiles, a little wateringly, and then his face scrunches as he…oh shit. He didn't come before!? I gasp, as he thrusts one last time, seating himself fully as the most free sound I have ever heard escape Heero Yuy's lips makes my blood sing. I hold onto the arm still around my waist, petting it soothingly as liquid fire surges from the throbbing mass inside me, making little whispery noises as his cries flow together into one, continuous wail. “Let it go…let it all go.”

 

“I can't.”

 

“You can…I'm right here. With you.” I press my lips against his, as he fights the release his body is begging for, making him look into my eyes again. “I'm right here. Let it go, and I'll be here.”

 

With a little scream, he does, and I nearly faint at the sublime pleasure scrawling across his now relaxed face. Gods….did I look like that? Duo certainly did…but did I?

 

As one we fall onto our sides, and I think I'm asleep before I hit the mattress. You know, those strange sleeps, where you're aware of what's going on around you, yet you know you're asleep? I felt him slowly move out of me, tenderly, pressing kisses against my skin even though he knew I was unconscious, unable to reciprocate. I felt him clean me of the mess we had made together, licking us clean when a towel didn't go far enough. I heard him sigh, heard him whisper my name as he laid down behind me, wrapping arms around my waist again. I felt his stomach press close against my back, and heard the whispered conversation that followed after Duo knocked and entered. I felt the braided boys lips touch mine briefly, before Heero pulled him down in front of me, and Duo placed his hands on a clear spot on my chest, making sure he wasn't touching Heero or encroaching on his…territory?

 

I remember falling deeper asleep between two gorgeous boys, who were discussing my little swearing problem with obvious amusement. Obnoxious bastards. Don't mind this grin, it means nothing.

 

I want some sweet corn, too.

 

You know what? I'm pretty sure they didn't actually discuss sex at all, before they both followed me close after into the realms of the sleep gods. Hmmm. Interesting…

 

One: Why didn't they?

 

And Two: What was Duo doing…cough, cough, wink, wink….to make himself so tired?

 

At least I have excuskldhss……zzzz……..z.z…z…zzzz…. .