Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet and Sour ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Sweet and Sour
Part Two

Though he dreaded dinner more than he ever had, Wufei knew what had to be done. Sighing, he smoothed his hair back, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His coal-colored hair fell around his face, whispering to his cheeks. His eyes were visibly cold, but only he could recognize the deep fear and anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, as if in a trance, he pulled his hair back into a tight tail.

He and Duo had already had a confrontation, but it had been brief: in Quatre's study. It had nearly been horrific for Wufei, but as he didn't expect, Duo was calm.

And Wufei was a fool for thinking otherwise. Duo did get angry from time to time, but he never showed his emotions to those that would not necessarily need to witness it. This was between Wufei and he; Quatre and Trowa didn't need to know.

There was a stiff knock on Wufei's door. Without waiting for him to answer, a servant poked their head in. "Dinner is served, Master Wufei."

Wufei nodded his thanks, and when the door was closed once again, he took a hard look at himself in the mirror. Instead of his dusty jacket and jeans, he'd managed to slip into a silky red shirt with gold dragons snaking around the mid-neck collar and black buttons running up the center, and black pants with gold trim. He hoped he wasn't overly dressed, by any standards…

Wondering why he bothered in the first place, Wufei exited the room, his courage swimming around in his chest and tightening more screws than were needed. He was going to stand up to Duo's presence and he was going to apologize; no matter what.

***

A strong smell curled around his nose as Duo neared the grand dining room. He hadn't seen Wufei once all evening, except that moment in the small study Quatre had led him to, and Duo had been the one to chicken out of a larger altercation. He'd excused himself and Julie to their room. And ever since, he and his daughter had been talking about their possible new daddy on hand

I have to apologize for blowing up at him. Duo agreed to his gut feeling. That was really childish to just run away like that…I really could have gotten hurt out there in the desert…

He'd found a little gas station about a mile down. It hadn't been visible from the cross road, because of a slight inclination in the desert surface. But he and Julie had slipped into a booth, ate, cleaned up, and had gotten a ride with directions to Quatre's mansion. They had been lucky: Quatre was a well known patron, and most people traded and offered for jobs at his home. If this fact had not been true, Duo and his little Juliana would probably have been vulture bait by now.

Suddenly, Duo bumped heads with something hard, the collision jarring his musings and bringing him to reality. His head snapped up, as did the person he had bumped heads with. His eyes widened when he saw Wufei standing before him, one brow hitched pointedly.

Julie made no noise beside him; she just stared curiously up at the fancily dressed man before her. Wufei gave her a quick glance, and then looked back at Duo dismissively. "Excuse me." He said politely, and moved to slip past Duo.

Now or never Maxwell; you'd better stop him!

"Wufei…Wait…"

The addressed one stopped, but didn't turn around. "Yes?"

"Please…Hear me out." Duo knew it would be come out corny, but he was about to speak his heart. Besides, he had Wufei's attention. He glanced down at Julie. "Run along to the dining room and tell Q-dude I'll be there in a second."

His daughter nodded, and energetically set down the hall, her loose blonde hair bobbing against her neck.

Wufei turned and faced Duo. The braided boy nearly winced at the look in Wufei's eyes, though it was unreadable. "Um…I guess I'm sorry about it all…what I did was really ridiculous on my part." This was a little bit easier than what he'd thought. Looking between Wufei's eyes instead of in one was helping. "It was a really stupid thing to do…venturing out into an unknown desert…I was lucky to have found somewhere to find help and a ride. But, uh…" He couldn't think of anything else to say, because now the emotion in Wufei's eyes was evident.

He began speaking. "I don't think I could ever forget what a foolish thing you did, Maxwell. You abandoned your only escape…you endangered your child without food, water, or appropriate living equipment. And-"His voice faltered, a dark, powerful emotion flaring into it. "-it was I who caused you to take those actions."

Duo started, surprised at the change of tone. He was flabbergasted even more when Wufei fell to a swift kneel in front of Duo. "Forgive me. I blamed it entirely upon you, and it was not my right to do so. It was my responsibility as the driver to get from one place to another without hazard. Find it in your heart…" His voice cracked, and Duo could stand no more.

He slipped down next to Wufei, and wrapped his arms around the Chinese man's shoulders. "It's okay…I forgive ya." Duo positioned Wufei's head on his shoulder. "Fei…can we just forget about it? It's over…the slate's clean, right?"

Wufei nodded; Duo could hear him fighting back sobs. Inwardly, he smirked. Usually, the roles would have been reversed…Carefully, Duo brought Wufei's head from his shoulder. With a steady finger, he cleared the onyx eyes of any traces of wetness. "There, there…suddenly taking after me?"

Not speaking with his mouth, but a small bit of hope fluttering in his entrancing orbs, Wufei shrugged meaningfully. He and Duo were now face to face, very close, and in a very emotional stage…and apparently, Duo wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

Slowly, he leaned forward. Wufei closed his eyes subconsciously, prepared for something he'd been secretly longing for the greatest amount of time.

Suddenly, he saw movement just beyond Duo's left ear. He tensed when he recognized who it was. Before Duo could make contact, Wufei gently nudged him away. Duo turned, questioningly.

Julie stood there, in a simple ensemble of shorts and a cheery purple tank top. She rocked back and forth on her heels, beaming brightly. She looked at Duo serenely, as if she was pleased with herself. "Soup's getting cold, Daddy." Then, silently, she turned and padded down the hall in her sandals.

Duo sighed lazily, giving Wufei a funny look. "Well…perhaps she doesn't care."

Wufei snorted, over his slight emotional distress. "You stayed with that other bastard for a long time with her. What difference does it make?"

"We tried keeping it out of the way." Duo hugged him closer. "That's why most people have sex at night; so their children won't hear and be scarred for life…" He paused. "What's wrong?"

Wufei swatted at his eyes; he was crying again.

***

Dinner was of hot chicken soup with a variety of plump, fresh vegetables, and a thick, tender gravy-ridden roast. Wine glasses had been set up at the places in the six-chair dining table (and, no, that wasn't Quatre's biggest), sans one spot that was reserved for a particular under aged child. Four pilots and one girl who didn't seem to belong in her age level of thinking discussed random things, ranging from some points of view from the war, time-wasting, lazy weekends, and cleaning bathrooms. Several times, Julie saw the exchange of looks from her Daddy and Wufei. She knew the look from her Daddy-love. Pure and involuntary love. It was there, just as the nose on her face, thriving between two men she trusted.

When dinner was over, she was first to get up and help with dishes. Quatre and Trowa took their plates and slipped to the kitchen, having already sent the servants to bed for the evening. She watched Wufei leave, but Duo failed to follow him. She wondered what was going on, and nudged her Daddy in the leg when she stood alongside him, collecting plates.

He looked down at her with curiosity. "What is it, babe?"

She tossed her head in the direction in the door in which Wufei had exited through a few seconds before. Duo sighed, and stacked another plate. "He doesn't seem to be paying attention…"

"Daddy," Julie snapped softly. "You love him. He loves you. If I can see that, why can't you?"

Duo momentarily forgot with whom he was speaking. "Because I'm one side of it. I can't see from his perspective too."

Julie didn't try to comprehend what her father had said. "I don't care," She said haughtily. "Look, go get him, Daddy. It's really obvious. If you can't see it when your only daughter, then you don't deserve me."

Duo's eyes flickered; Julie knew how strongly Duo felt about accepting her as his biological daughter, although it wasn't physically possible. Duo set the plates back down, sighing. "Alright, kid, you've made your point." The braided man gave a small smile. "But…wish me luck, okay? Pray that he's not like you-know-who."

Julie shook her head vigorously. "He's not, Daddy. Never in a million years. When he looks at you, there's pure love, not the ugly, cruel feeling that everyone saw in that other person's eyes." Duo found it adorable how Julie refused to say "Poppa" anymore. "He's different!" She jutted a finger towards the same doorway. "So go be with him!"

Duo's shoulders heaved, and he smiled tiredly. "I'm going, you little imp. I want you in bed by eight. Clear?"

"Yes Daddy." She could not stifle a giggle as her Daddy disappeared. She gathered the plates he had been holding, and steadily guided them to the kitchen to be washed.

***

Leaning against the nippy night, Wufei shifted. His slipped his right leg under his left, balancing professionally, and took to leaning against the column again. His bare foot tingled when the night air brushed over it.

A sound brought him from his thoughts. He looked up, back into his room. Thankfully, he saw nothing, and went back to thinking. Well, of course he was thinking about that one braided boy. The scene in the hallway was degrading afterwards, but it had been nice to have been in Duo's arms. They were tepidly moderate and were tightened to a relaxing grip to fit around his shoulders.

Goddesses…he nearly had cried.

Rarely had he felt such a sting in his eyes, a tightening in the back of his nasal cavities. It had made him feel different-contented?-to release some built-up frustration from the past couple of weeks or so. As much as he didn't want to submit to weakness, he really had feelings and emotions that he needed to express.

He didn't tense when something slithered across his waist and rested on his hip. Nor did he start when an arm was slipped behind his head. He did wake up from his daze when he was lifted up in an unusual fashion. He didn't want to open his eyes, though. Because by the scent and the mere aura lapping at his, he could tell instantly who it was.

"Duo…" Wufei murmured gently, pressing into the shirt.

"Hey Fei." His carrier greeted softly. Wufei felt himself being lowered, and he made contact with a soft bed. From opening his eyes, he could gather pillows now surrounding him. And Duo was standing over him on the bed.

Duo slipped onto the bed beside Wufei, blatantly pulling Wufei into a intimate embrace. Wufei didn't object; his mind was racing,

He's such a puzzle. Duo…how do you just apologize, make me pour out my heart, then have it captured completely? How can you screw my whole emotion and thinking process with just skin-to-skin contact.

Mentally, his conscience snorted. Because he's Duo Maxwell. What other reason is there?

Wufei sighed when gentle hands rubbed up and down his back. He settled into the heartwarming hold of his companion, sighing. "What have you done to me?"

Duo's nose was buried into his hair, and he laughed softly. "I'm sorry. I'll take it all back if you want, and we can go back to ignoring each other."

Wufei saw the joking voice, but answered truthfully, "Please don't…"

In one graceful movement, Duo had Wufei's chin cupped in his hand, their eyes locked for eternity. "You mean it?"

Closing his eyes, Wufei gave in and succumbed to his surroundings. "Yes," He breathed hungrily.

And Duo kissed him.

It was not the mind-numbingly powerful Duo had laid on him in the car-no, this was much slower, much sweeter. Duo's lips were barely pressed against his; it was like a first kiss from a virgin. And that was the irony of it. Duo's tongue lightly traced the outside of Wufei's lips, and slowly, worked its way inside. There were no battles or trading of tastes; just simple molding and melding of skin against skin.

After a sudden painless nip to the tip of Wufei's tongue, which he's coaxed back over into his own mouth, Duo pulled away, licking his lips satisfactorily. "Wonderful." He whispered. "And now I get to savor it. How perfect."

Wufei sighed. Duo was pressed into him again, this time in a more romantic sense. Hands traveled down his sides slowly, and back up again, bringing his shirt with him. Wufei arched his back, much like the rise of a protective cobra. Wufei felt his body tingle and give him feelings he'd rarely ever felt before.

Duo's lips were on his neck, slowly working over to his shoulder.

When Duo's mouth encountered silk, his fingers worked at the buttons in their clasps, and pushed the shirt off Wufei's shoulders. He felt the man under him give a shudder at the sudden chill, and wrapped his arms around the lithe, muscular chest.

"Duo…" At his name, Duo looked up without hesitation, into Wufei's eyes from his short position. The Chinese man looked honestly wanton, hovering above him, begging and craving for the touch Duo wanted to give. "I trust you."

Duo smiled sexily. "I know." Quickly, he placed a kiss to Wufei's lips. "Thank you." He murmured huskily. They locked passions and wrapped arms around each other, pressing against each other with a newborn fire. Somehow, somewhere, Duo lost his shirt, and Wufei found himself practically floating across the room, towards the giant kind-sized bed.

Duo saw Wufei close his eyes as he gently helped him lie back on the soft mattress. He wasn't afraid, like he'd once figured he would be. Perhaps he would wake up from this alone, but what needed to be done was about to be finished; and with a tone of definite, unspoken promise. His fingers slipped down to the drawstring of Wufei's pants, as he reminded himself mentally to go slow. He played with them teasingly, watching for reactions. As expected, he received a complimentary one: Wufei's head rolled to the side, and his mouth fell open, sputtering incoherent sounds and noises or flitting pleasure. Such happenings intensified when Duo actually untied Wufei's pants, but without penetrating what was inside, left the flap open to the air.

Wufei arched up, whimpering in the back of his throat.

"Yes, that's it. Show me what you want." Duo whispered in his ear. When he received a curt nod in return, Duo's tongue snaked out to caress the perfect lobe lovingly. It slid into the outer shell, firmly wetting it and giving Wufei a fraction of the pleasure he would soon receive.

Duo went lower, his tongue traveling wetly across Wufei's bared neck. He nipped at the hollow ravenously, and then continued in a straight line, leaving an almost transparent trail of saliva behind it. He caught one nipple between his teeth, and licked at it like a thirsty animal. His hand self-consciously crept up, and began to rub back and forth across the other one with a sense of friction. Wufei cried out, his back making a semi-circle off the bed sheets.

Duo hovered diffidently over Wufei. "I love how I do this to you." He murmured, pushing Wufei's legs slowly apart. "When only I can make you succumb so hotly like this." Duo slipped a hand inside Wufei's pants, sizing up the hardness. "When I know every reaction, every feature has something to do with me." He gave a pump to the hardened flesh, searching for approval.

Crying out in frustration, Wufei bucked, trying to get more contact. "Duo!" He moaned vehemently. "Please…"

With a sly grin, Duo inquired lasciviously, "Would you like something, Wufei?"

"Do it…" Wufei groaned. "I want you to…"

His paused set Duo off in his lustful beast mode. With a soft purr, he continued, "What exactly do you want, Wufei? I can do a variety of things. For one, I can take you slowly…that's making love. Would you like me to make love to you, Wufei?" His words were accented with a stroke of Wufei's throbbing cock.

Duo's only answer was an irritable groan, and another thrust into Duo's hand. Chuckling softly, Duo picked up his offer, "Or, perhaps I could pound you into the mattress. Fuck you nice and roughly, let you feel the after burn of sex before it's over. How does that interest you?" Again, he gave the sudden tug on Wufei's penis.

Wufei groaned loudly. "Augh-I don't care! Do something! Please!"

Duo's smile morphed into that of a Cheshire cat. "If you insist." He divested Wufei of his pants and underwear hastily, catching the Chinese boy completely off guard. He quickened foreplay, running his tongue wetly down Wufei's stomach, his own arousal pulsing at the sounds Wufei was making.

Duo's lips hovered teasingly close to Wufei's hardness, as if asking for permission. When the Chinese man gave out an impatient wail, Duo chuckled, and swallowed the head of Wufei's erection in his mouth.

Wufei's hands reached down, seeking contact. "Ahh…Nnn, Duo…" He gave another thrust forward, digging his fingers in Duo's chestnut hair. Duo pressed Wufei's legs apart still. Under his sensitive fingers, he could feel the muscles and the tightly built tendons flexing and trying to force themselves against his hold. "Mmm." Duo muttered lustily around his full mouth. He sucked with earnest, hoping to bring Wufei to the edge quickly.

Wufei's toes were flexing as Duo pushed and pulled him through pleasure he had only experienced in dreams. His hands left the silky locks of Duo's hair to clutch and tear at the bed linens. Duo was driving him to the edge…god, it was so close…

Duo paused, and sat up, releasing Wufei's cock from his mouth. Ignoring the grunt of protest, Duo slipped off his own pants. He stopped, waiting for Wufei's pleasure rush to subside. When all was still, and Wufei was watching him with lidded eyes and panting shallowly, Duo spoke softly, "It's going to feel better much better now. Just lay back."

Wufei would have shot Duo a look that clearly read, What choice do I have? But he was too busy trying to catch his breath and wondering what Duo was going to do next to make such a gesture.

Duo was sifting through his discarded pant's pocket. "Where the hell is it-Ah." He pulled out a small tube. For reassurance, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Wufei's gently. "Trust me." He mouthed against Wufei's lips. Wufei only nodded, relaxing back with a sigh. Duo gave a frank lick at Wufei's lips, and sat up again. He opened the tube, squeezing the essence from inside out onto his cock, lathering it in slippery gel. Duo tossed the tube across the room, and, being the American that he was, collected a bit extra from his pulsing heat and carefully let his fingers trail down Wufei's body, between his legs, under his hardness-

"Oh!"

Duo's head snapped up, and he grinned devilishly at the expression framing Wufei's face. It was a definite complex mixture of confusion, surprise, and downright screwed up pleasure. It made Duo all the more excited. One finger slipped into Wufei's tight, willing body easily. Before he could get too far, he felt resistance.

"Let go, Wufei." Duo whispered, halting his menstruations. "It'll feel better in a moment.

Wufei whimpered. "I…I can't…"

"Push out." Duo said soothingly. "Don't squeeze, push out."

"But…but…" A frustrated look came over Wufei's face; something Duo found endearing.

"Shh." Duo began a short barrage of comforts. "Give it up; do as I say."

Slowly, he felt Wufei oblige. Duo's searching digit was allowed passage, and he slipped it in further.

Wufei's back resumed its arching shape off the bed. He gave another exclamation, bit of pleasure and provocative contentment, and gently probing fingers explored his inner sanctums. Slowly, cautiously, he added a second finger, stretching the passage to acclimatize his erection's length.

"Ahhh--" Wufei's moan was interrupted when a rod of white lightning shot up through his body, signaling his prostate. "What…" He panted. "What was that?"

Duo pressed it again for assurance, and Wufei sucked in another sharp intake of breath. "That's your prostate." Duo murmured silkily, feeling pleased with himself all over again. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

His only response was a slow, almost unsure nod. Duo smiled, adding a third finger and separating them inside the warm passage of body heat. When Wufei groaned, and Duo could tell it was not one of pleasure, but of irritation that the curtain was just out of reach of being closed, he pulled his fingers free of the tightness.

Wufei thrust forward, expressing his discomfort at the sudden loss of contact. "No, no…Ah!" His mind turned around when he felt the very obvious tip of Duo's arousal pressing into his anus. His legs were being positioned, skewing across Duo's shoulders in a hasty fashion. Before he moved again, Duo looked down and surveyed

"Oh, Fei…" With a free hand, Duo brushed a loose strand of hair from his face. With Wufei below him, his body begging with release while being displayed so shamelessly, made Duo see the real meaning of what he was doing. Duo could yet sum up his feelings inside him. "You're beautiful, Chang Wufei."

Wufei's attitude had changed because of the feelings clashing around inside him. He reached out to Duo, towards the braided one's soft face. Bronze fingers caressed the smooth tumble of a cheekbone, the moist sheet of skin over pink lips, and the graceful curve of a pale neck. Before Duo could react, Wufei had sat up suddenly, bringing his lips to meet with Duo's and his body to engulf Duo's aching cock.

Duo nearly screamed around the kiss. The action took both of them by surprise, for Wufei had been so overcome in the angel above him that he'd forgotten the arrow of pleasure pointed inside his heat. With a shudder, Wufei wrapped his arms around Duo's neck and pressed his face against the other man's. They floated together, cheek to cheek, quickly getting used to the feel of each other.

Duo pecked Wufei on the cheek. "Beautiful jewel of the sea…" He murmured, almost drunkenly. "Buck with me…"

The Chinese man's breath slipped over Duo's bared collarbone once, and that small second was all it took for him to regain his composure…

Wufei slipped a little ways down, taking the small forgotten section of hardness into the ecstatic oblivion

Duo groaned, running his hands across Wufei's back in beckoning. "Oh, god…Do it, Fei…"

Wufei's legs took over, and he sat up slowly. They both felt the ascension through more than the connection; Wufei's somewhat sharp fingernails clutched at Duo's back as the new pressure began to slowly wear off. Duo's hands now kneaded the place above the end of Wufei's spine, and he was moving lower still.

Sliding down once again, Wufei was now used to it.

"Oh god…" Duo moaned, his words whispering over Wufei's raven hair. "Go…Go for it…"

Obediently, Wufei began in a slow rhythm, always going up just so Duo would stay inside him. Gradually he picked up the pace, and tried to keep it just out of Duo's liking, but still giving him pleasure nonetheless.

Duo was absentmindedly thrusting in time with Wufei's pumping. Something clicked in the back of his mind, and what he'd been holding in forever came bubbling out.

Sex with Heero had never been like this. For one, Duo was never on top. It seemed to be Heero's only argument in sex. If he wasn't on top, it wasn't happening. And…was it ever this emotional? It had never been dull…

Duo felt his eyes water as old memories resurfaced. Regardless that he was possibly receiving the most thrilling time in his life, the thoughts could not be evaded.

Heero had never said those three words after their lovemaking. It was always Duo's mantra when he was on the verge of his climax, but the only time Heero seemed to say it was when he was going somewhere or surprising Duo with something. He'd never said it in front of Julie, and…now that it was coming back, it seemed like Heero had gotten nervous when Duo was extra loving towards him when Julie was in the room…

"Ah…Oh, Fei…I-I'm…"

Wufei groaned, drowning out Duo's words and thoughts alike. He was almost there too, Duo realized. With half a state of mind, Duo reached between them, and felt his hands enclose the erection from earlier. When the rhythm was apparent, Duo built one up in sync with Wufei's descents. Wufei cried out, as the orgasm swept across him.

And across both of them, as with one final encounter with Wufei's prostate, Duo screamed of his climax. He could fill it all leaving him, the bad memories flooding out with his musk and his liquid soul. He felt warmth and stickiness on his stomach, filling in his navel and running in between his legs.

He collapsed, darkness finding him behind closed eyelids; love curling next to him in exhaustion.

There were no tears to dry on the pillow that night.

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