Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sky Arc ❯ Kiss of the Moon ( Chapter 1 )

Sky Arc - Kiss of the Moon

Pairing : 1x5, (1x2)
Ratings : R
Warnings : Yaoi, angst, lemon, hint of NCS
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise and associated affiliates, not me.

Summary : It's full moon, a night of reconciliation and reckoning. And two boys are trapped between pain and pleasure. Wufei POV.

A/N : First and foremost, this arc is a more emotional exploration of what might have been between the three main characters. There's angst, there's unrequited feelings, there's selfishness, and yes, there's very possibly, OOC. Forgive me. ^^ Some liberties have to be taken with characterisation, especially with a plotline such as this. I hope readers will enjoy following the story, though! Feedback very appreciated! ^^

Ever seen what the moon looks like when you're standing in the warm shallows, listening to the rise and ebb of waters? Hanging over the distant horizon that only your eyes can reach? When you're all alone, with only the moonshine caressing you?

I have. It is far more beautiful than anything I have ever seen.

I have heard stories of the Lady of the Moon. Of Chang-e and how she secretly ate the elixir of life…and rose and rose and drifted into the sky to reach the isolated Moon Palace. How she became Mistress of the palace, with only a hare to keep her company. (1)

She is a bitter woman. The elixir promised immortality…yet the Heavens played a cruel joke on Chang-e. She had her immortality…at the price of neverending isolation.

Do not point at the moon. Do not make fun of that mysterious orb…or Chang-e will wreck vengeance upon you.

I have never said a word against the moon, nor any to mock Lady Chang-e, but it I did grow more and more fascinated with the moon. I would watch it on different days of the month, tracking its birth as a gleaming scythe, to an oblong spot of light, and finally to its full blossom into a brilliant pale gold disc.

Beautiful. Pale, radiant, beautiful. Cold.

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He shivered. The air had turned chilly without his knowing. He was clad only in his white silk pants, and white boxers beneath them. Hardly adequate for the turn in temperature, but he did not care. He liked the way he could drown himself in the moonshine, and how the silvery light made everything look surreal. Besides, he would be warm enough soon.

The night sky was a jet-black backdrop for a faint swirl of stars. And nestled among those vague twinkles, was the Lady Moon herself. A proud, majestic queen among her lesser subjects. Full moon tonight.

He stared into the perfect roundness, almost lost in its radiance. The awe grew in him until he was sure it was the Lady of the Moon staring down her nose at him, rather than he, an insignificant boy, foolishly gawking up at her.

Full moon. What did he have to offer tonight?

The door behind him opened.

He did not have to turn to know who it is visiting him so late at night. He did not even have to listen to recognise the silent footfalls approaching him. He could feel them; each one thudding in time to his heartbeat. There was but one person who dared breach his privacy with such disregard. And only one person he could not refuse.

Arms twined around his shoulders. Deceptively wiry, but rippling with hidden strength under the fawn skin. He did not move. He did not react.

"Wufei," a low nasal whisper in his ear, warm breath fanning against his neck.

Now Wufei quivered. From cold, or from the intent beneath the voice, he did not know. A soft kiss on his cheek. He did not take much regard of it. It was a cursory gesture hidden under a cloak of tenderness.

He felt himself spun around in the strong embrace, and a warm mouth pressing to his. Ah…this is what he - what *they* had been waiting for. Pure desire without emotion.

Those lips, thin yet firm, devoured Wufei's own, sparking velvet friction of keenest pleasure. Lust stoked the fire in his veins, and he responded just as eagerly, opening his mouth, allowing a fierce tongue entry. It tracked the soft interior of his cheeks, laving over teeth, and covering his tongue with broad, hungry strokes until he pushed back, tasting the other in return, duelling for dominance.

That was how it should be. Always a battle for control.

A hard body pressed against him, hands moulding to his back and hauling them close so their groins grated against each other. The heated hardness that ground into him made his own groin tighten in answer. He moaned, a wanton sound that wrenched its way free from his throat, and it was swallowed by an insistent mouth.

Lips release his with a sharp snap on his lower lip. The pain surprised him and he gasped without meaning to.

Heero's lips curled into a smirk. It amused him.

Wufei stared into glittering Prussian orbs, the coppery taste of blood sharp on his tongue. Deliberating as if he is toying with a child, Heero leaned towards him until his hair tickled his forehead. His tongue darted out and licked along the sore lip; the slow, wet slide of flesh against Wufei's mouth both sickening and exciting.

Heero pulled away for the second time.

Caught under ethereal moonlight, he seemed almost like a figment of Wufei's imagination. But the sudden increase in pressure in their tightly-pressed groins quickly brought him back to earth. Tingling jolts of pleasure spread outwards and out until Wufei began to feel light-headed.

Heero stepped back.

That was unexpected. Wufei glanced uncertainly at the other man. He knew Heero was not finished with him.

The impossibly deep-blue burning of Heero's eyes seemed to dim until all that remained was an impenetrable hardness.

"Get on the bed."

Wufei hesitated, his gaze darting to the bed. They had played their little game of dominance countless times, but this felt different.

"Now."

Wufei heard the intractability in his command. Ever the Perfect Soldier…even in bed. He felt his heartbeat tripling in that instant but he obeyed, turning slowly and shifting himself onto the firm surface. He moved until his head lay comfortably on a pillow, and the entire length of his back was pressed onto the bed sheets. He found himself staring directly at the ceiling of his room.

It was then Heero moved from his position; the only indication his presence was the decompressing of the mattress. He moved slowly, but surely and languidly, like a stalking panther, until he was crouched above Wufei. His hands are pressed into the mattress beside Wufei's head and his knees to either side of his legs.

It was no longer the ceiling, but a cold cobalt whirlpool Wufei was staring into.

Heero's hands move to encircle his slack wrists, then tightened and drew them upwards above his head. Wufei's breathing was shallow, but even. He would not let Heero know it was the beginnings of fear that were blossoming in him. His wrists were crossed and imprisoned in a vice-like grip. A hand touched his chest, the fingers moving down in a teasing slide. A soft brush against his right nipple, and he gritted his teeth, feeling his chest tighten. Pinpricks of sensation thrummed along his feverish skin.

The hand reached the sash around Wufei's waist and stopped. With a dexterity Maxwell would have been proud of, it undid the silken cloth. Heero held up the black length and drew it across Wufei's face. Wufei felt the soft glide of cloth over his cheek, then, nose, and eyes. Then Heero's body lowering to press onto his.

"Heero…" he whispered, his own breathing threatening to choke him. "What…"

Heero replied by looping the sash around his wrists and securing them to the rungs of the headboard. His movements were swift, precise and relentless.

Wufei felt a moment of blind panic. He had never been bound in bed before. And he didn't understand why Yuy was…he couldn't help but struggle, tugging futilely at the secured knot. His legs too were pinned firmly under Heero's weight - useless.

A sharp crack and Wufei saw stars before he could even register the sound. His right cheek stung. Heero hit him. Wufei blinked stupidly, eyes dimming with pained tears. Heero had never hit him before. Not like that.

Heero dipped his head lower, lips almost touching Wufei's. "Don't fight me," he bit out harshly. His nails dug painfully into Wufei's raised arms. "Don't make me hurt you."

Those cold eyes bore into Wufei and slowly, an icicle of surrender…and understanding…slid down his spine. He opened his mouth but no words came forth. So he nodded. He would not refuse.

"Good," Heero breathed, and surged forward.

Again, possessive lips crush Wufei's. He reacted mindlessly, instinctively, tilting his head back to let Heero deepen the kiss. He felt, rather than heard Heero groan into his mouth. The rise, ebb and rising of pressure between their lips…and bodies…and still rising. His vision sparked, cobalt and grey fusing together in a psychedelic rush.

Heero's weight lifted suddenly. He did not bother to be gentle. Wufei held still to let him yank down his loosened pants and boxers. Cold prickled over his naked skin and he shivered. Heero's gaze, so heated and hungry it felt like a touch, slowly traversed over Wufei's face, his shoulders, chest, and down, to rest on the half-aroused state between his legs.

Heero climbed over him again, lowering his head until his mouth was right beside his ear. "*Mine*."

The word sent a course of absurd despair jolting through Wufei.

//Yours, Heero?//

A strong, calloused palm settles on Wufei's leg, stroking the skin, tracing the line of bunched muscle. It slipped down to his inner thigh, setting his sensitised skin on fire. Wufei arched uncontrollably, clenching his eyes shut, silently willing the teasing touch to descend where he needed it most. Caresses feathered over his arousal and he bit back a cry when the fingers curved around his throbbing length and slowly worked it to full, aching hardness. God…glimmers of intensifying sensation breaking over him. He bucked into the rough fondling, sobbing breaths spilling from his lips.

Release…he needed release.

His eyes flew open and he exhaled sharply. He could feel himself trying to push up, to…anything! But Heero's weight held him down effortlessly. Whimpers bubbled up Wufei's throat. He buried his face against his raised arm to muffle the screams threatening to spill. His breathing was now an erratic stutter of gasps and mewls, yet he could hardly hear them above the rush of blood in his ears. His arms strained hard against the headboard, the smoothness of silk turning painful.

"Heero…please…"

The brown, unruly head lifted. Heero's eyes were still cold, but now they held a strange, unholy gleam as well. "Please what, Ryuu?"

Even through the haziness fogging Wufei's mind, that term registered. Ryuu…a reminder of Wufei's ancestry and how useless it proved against the indomitable soldier of L1. A staking of Heero's claim over a dragon warrior, the proudest warrior.

"Take what you want!" the closest to begging Wufei could bring himself to.

An unreadable emotion flitted over Heero's features, and he complied. Blunt fingernails raked over the sensitive skin of Wufei's inner thighs, and out…Heero lifted his legs over his shoulders and Wufei was almost folded in two, left open and vulnerable. .

Once again, those cobalt orbs bore into his vision, their hungry intent almost a comfort to his tightly-strung body.

The rustle of a zipper, gratingly loud in a room that is only permeated by harsh breathing and the creak of the headboard.

Wufei rolled his head back, eyes shut, every nerve in him screaming…

His eyes remained shut, tighter still, as he felt the heaviness entering him. The sheer torture! His vision tunnelled into a pinpoint of flickering brightness…and he fell into those welcoming arms of pain. A scream built deep in his throat and he opened his mouth. Yet all that burst free was a sharp gasp.

A guttural groan into his ear, followed by heavy pants. A single drop of perspiration fell on his cheek, and trickled down his face to mingle with beads of his own sweat - a liquid parody of their coupling.

"Wufei…open your eyes," Heero's words were so thick they seem melded into the hot heavy breathing against Wufei's cheek.

Sharp teeth clamp down on the tender skin of his neck. "Look at me!"

And he obeyed, snapping them open and seeing nothing. Darkness lapped at the edges of his vision. Darkness, darkness…fading into an ocean of deepest blue…and growing yet lighter and brighter until it is iridescent whiteness that surrounds his senses. Whiteness now…?

The moon.

He stared into her brilliance. Letting the all-consuming whiteness possess him even as his mind was lost further in the haze, even as he was brought higher and higher to the pinnacle.

//Are you watching all of this, Chang-e? Does the folly of man amuse you? Remind you of your own foolishness? In desiring something that could never be yours?//

//I am like you. Even Heero is like you.//

Framed by her light, he could almost hear her impassioned cry of vengeance. He fell then. A scream - his own? - had barely broke its sound before it was muffled by the sealing of lips. His whole body shuddered, heat coursing in ceaseless waves through his every nerve. The white radiance shatters into a million fragments, each piercing his blurred sight like a diamond shard.

He was still falling.

The weight braced on him disappeared; rough fingers tugged quickly and efficiently at the cinched-tight knot binding his wrists. A quick kiss on his bruised lips. And words that he scarcely caught hovered between them.

"I'm sorry."

Hurried, shadowy movements accompanied by a rustle of clothes and zipper.

Slowly, he let his sore, cramped arms slide down from their rest.

//What are you sorry, Heero Yuy? For your selfish pleasures?//

The freezing of all movement was the only indication that he had spoken his thoughts aloud. He supposed he ought to feel mortified but he felt nothing. It hardly mattered whether Heero heard or not. Those were words that had been sitting too long on a well of unacknowledged troubles and emotions between them.

His body was too spent to move, so he tracked the distance with his eyes.

Heero was not in the shadows like he was when he had entered his quarters earlier. He was now caught in a bright strip of moonshine. Like a deer in headlights, a singsong voice noted in Wufei's mind. Heero's cobalt eyes were widened, his mouth almost slack in surprise - and Wufei knew that was genuine uncertainty the other man was feeling.

"Gomenasai," he spoke again, so softly Wufei almost missed it.

Heero looked like he was awaiting judgement. Wufei's - the Solitary Dragon's - judgement. And Wufei was unable to pass any. He could debate hours on justice, he could mete it out, but on Heero Yuy, all was lost. Oh, the beauty of irony.

//What are you sorry for, Heero?// A swell of bitterness rose in Wufei's chest. //For visiting my room during unearthly hours, and stealing away before my bed has lost your warmth? For using me as a toy? Your favourite toy, no less, but a toy just the same.//

"Duo…"

//Oh, I see, Heero. For taking out your frustrations on me because Maxwell has somehow roused your anger to new heights. So, that's your reason.//

"Leave," his voice, like Heero's, was lifeless, bare, a part of the still air. He was so tired. //Go, Heero. Just go.//

Heero must have seen the understood. His thin, pale lips tightened into a grim line. He nodded, eyes lowered, and slipped through the shadows. As silent as he had arrived.

All that were left were Wufei and the black sash strewn like a dismal tatter on the white sheets.

He held up his hand, seeing the angry, vivid abrasion circling the wrist, but not registering it. He splayed his fingers, splitting the moonlight into shards before his eyes.

//Are you watching me, Lady Chang-e? Then you must know what I am feeling now. We are alike, remember?//

//Mine, Wufei.//

No, Heero, no…just like he would never be Wufei's. And that was truly what Heero was sorry for. Only he did not realise it. How could he? When there was the irresistible ray of Duo's sun drawing him away? Perhaps when he lost the sultry kiss of the moon in Wufei's bed, he would realise it too. All Wufei could do was wait for time of reckoning.

He touched his fingers to his cheek. It felt raw...and wet.

//Would tears be offering enough, Chang-e?//

He let the faintest tinge of a smile ghost his lips.

And he knew he would wait.

~*~ fin ~*~
May 2003

(1) There are several different versions of this myth. Some depict Chang-e as a venerable, kind-hearted lady who took the pill in order to prevent her tyrannical husband, Hou Yi, from getting his hands on it. Others, like the version I used, portray her as woman greedy for immortality. Furthermore, there are also different versions of her stay on the moon. Some versions have a hare in it (the Jade Hare). Some don't.

Next part : [Holding The Light]. Duo finds out.