Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Stripper ❯ The Stripper ( One-Shot )

Warnings: Stripping, yaoi, lemon, OOCness and really bad fluff... I am so bad with fluff... One day, I will actually write something that is devoid of fluff... I hope... ^^'

Pairings: Guess!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the GW boys and I'm not making any money from this.

Author's note: Umm... well yeah. I don't often do this spur-of-the-moment lemon for lemon's sake stuff... but this time I have. There is a kinda plot, but not much of one. Mostly it's just a lemon. ^^' Well anyways, this one happened after watching an hour of Man Power TV. Got me thinkin' that a certain GW boy would make a perfect stripper... *cackles insanely* Well have a read and tell me what you think, ne?

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What am I doing here? What possessed me to follow this blonde-haired weakling to a strip club? Wu Fei thought darkly to himself as he watched the latest of the strippers shaking his butt around up on stage. Not a one of the strippers so far had done anything for Wu Fei, and he was seriously considering leaving.

Quatre, sitting beside him, thought they were great and said so.

"Oh aren't they beautiful, Wu Fei?" he murmured, cheeks slightly flushed.

"No," Wu Fei said flatly. "They have no taste and I think most of them have never even heard of the words 'beat' and 'rhythm' in their lives."

Quatre pulled a face at him, then smirked.

"Well don't go yet. There's someone I want you to see."

"Someone? You've been here before?" Wu Fei asked incredulously.

He honestly hadn't thought this shy little Arabian would ever even consider entering a strip club. He had just about laughed in Quatre's face when the boy had appeared on his doorstep and asked softly if he could teach him to use a sword. However, money was tight at the moment and Quatre had a lot of it to spare, so Wu Fei had agreed and lessons had began. A tentative sort of almost-friendship had begun to form between the two boys, but it had still been a shock when Quatre had invited him out.

His thoughts snapped back to the present when the lights all went out. His hand flew instinctively for a sword that wasn't there and he was instantly on the alert. Quatre, however, giggled beside him as the announcer's voice spoke through the solid black.

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Sun-Flash strip club,"

And the name is bad too... Wu Fei thought.

"Is proud to present,"

But probably shouldn't be proud...

"Shinigami!"

Death?

Wu Fei's dark eyes snapped up to the stage as a spotlight bit into the darkness and showed Shinigami in all his glory. He had his back to the audience, his hands clasped high above his head and his legs about shoulder-width apart. He was clad entirely in a black leather outfit and, from what Wu Fei could tell, the whole thing was very form-fitting. Masses of chestnut hair cascaded down his back to the tops of his thighs. The whole thing together made Wu Fei's mouth go dry.

"Shinigami. He's who I wanted you to see..." Quatre murmured, and Wu Fei barely nodded, eyes riveted on the dancer.

The music started slowly and Shinigami's arms drifted down until his hands were at the level of his belly, then spread wide. His head tipped back until he was looking up to the roof then he turned to the side and threw a sultry look over his shoulder before the music picked up it's pace as did his dance.

Wu Fei couldn't tear his eyes from Shinigami's. They were a strange shade, which he could only name as violet and they seemed to tear into his soul and lay it out bare for Shinigami to search through as he would.

Shinigami wiggled his fingers in Quatre's direction and winked and Quatre blushed and waved back.

"You know him?" Wu Fei asked, eyes still fixed on Shinigami's.

"Kinda..." Quatre said cryptically and wouldn't elaborate.

Wu Fei ran a dry tongue over equally dry lips and could hardly control himself as Shinigami began to peel off his clothes. This one was beautiful and did have a sense of beat and rhythm. He was also reducing Wu Fei to a state of drooling and the Chinese boy wasn't sure if he liked that. However, he couldn't tear his eyes from Shinigami even if he had wanted to.

With chestnut hair flying around him, violet eyes catching and reflecting the spotlights and bare chest and legs moving fluidly to the music, Shinigami was the single most beautiful thing Wu Fei had seen in a long time and he wanted the dancer to know that.

"You have to introduce me!" Wu Fei said breathlessly to Quatre as Shinigami finished his routine and left the stage. He was aware he sounded somewhat hysterical, but he didn't really care.

"Oh, he usually comes and has a drink with me when his routine's done," Quatre replied.

"You talkin' 'bout me, Q?" came a playful voice from behind Wu Fei.

Quatre grinned brightly as Wu Fei whipped around, wide-eyed, to stare at Shinigami.

He'd thrown on a t-shirt and a baggy pair of jeans and was halfway through braiding that glorious hair. He smiled back at Quatre then pointed at the stunned Wu Fei with his nose.

"Who's your friend?" he asked.

"This is Wu Fei. Wu Fei, Duo Maxwell," Quatre said, before trotting off to get them all a drink.

Oh no... He's... left me alone with... Wu Fei thought, then mentally told himself off for being a weakling.

Duo threw himself casually down in a chair beside Wu Fei and flashed perfect teeth at him in a cheeky grin.

"So, how'd you like the show, Wu?" he asked.

Wu Fei blinked at him a few times.

"Wu...? My name is Wu Fei, and you would do well to remember the fact," Wu Fei growled, though what he really wanted to do was pounce on the American and kiss him till he forgot his name.

"Well excuse me!" Duo said sarcastically as he tied off his braid with a length of string.

He eyed Wu Fei up and down. The Chinese boy wasn't bad looking, but he looked too stiff and serious for Duo's tastes. Quatre was more his type, but he hadn't been able to get anywhere with the blonde and he had a feeling there was someone else in Q's life. He'd thought for a moment when he'd first saw him that it was Wu Fei, but he'd thrown that notion out the window as soon as Wu had bitten his head off.

"And the show was not good. None of your fellow strippers have any idea of beat or rhythm..." Wu Fei added, breaking through Duo's thoughts.

"But you're saying I do...?" he purred with a smirk and was satisfied when Wu Fei's eyes widened slightly.

"I didn't say that!"

"But it's what you meant, Wu. I can see it in your ebony eyes."

It was then that Quatre returned with their drinks and saved Wu Fei from having to say anything in reply. He cast his gaze down to the table and managed to hide the slight blush tinting his cheeks. Duo's notice of the color of his eyes had touched him in some strange way and he felt like an idiot for the fact. He was behaving in a totally different manner to his usual self and he didn't like it one bit.

"You were great tonight, Duo!" Quatre said as he sat down and Duo smiled.

"Wu doesn't seem to think so," he said, glancing at the Chinese boy.

"Oh I wouldn't say that... He didn't look away from you the whole time you were dancing!"

"Is that a fact?"

Wu Fei went bright red.

"That's a fact. He's quite taken with you!" Quatre giggled.

"Well, then."

Duo put two fingers under Wu Fei's chin and lifted his head to look into his eyes. A slight frown turned the corners of his perfect lips down and a strange light flittered through the violet mist of his eyes. He smiled then and took his fingers away, winking at Quatre who giggled.

"I... err..." Wu Fei stammered, then rushed off to the bathroom.

Duo chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip, then turned to Quatre.

"You brought him to see me," he said flatly, eyes catching and holding the green-blue of Quatre's.

"N-no..." Quatre said, but blushed.

"Yeah you did. Why?"

"I didn't!"

Duo raised an incredulous eyebrow and wagged a finger at the blonde.

"You don't lie well, Q. Why'd you bring Wu to me?"

Quatre looked down at his fidgeting fingers and sighed.

"Well... I noticed you've been trying to get to me, but there's someone in the way and you can't have me. I don't know how I realized Wu Fei was gay, but I did and he's lonely so I thought... well... that maybe you two could have something. He needs to laugh a bit more and... I thought you might be able to make that happen..."

"The guy acts like he has a stick up his ass!" Duo exclaimed.

"I know... but... well... I thought you might be able to get through to him... And he really does think you're drop-dead gorgeous... He was practically drooling, and I've never seen him drool before..." Quatre giggled and took a sip of his drink.

Duo shook his head.

"He's a stiff!"

"You never know. He might be capable of sweetness."

"Oh c'mon! There's no way!"

"Why not? Is it too much of a challenge for Shinigami...? Is that it?" Quatre said slyly, knowing this would get to Duo.

"Nothing is too much of a challenge for Shinigami!" Duo said predictably and stood, then disappeared into the bathroom after Wu Fei.

"Err... Well you don't have to do it right here!" Quatre said to himself, blinking after the American.

Wu Fei was at the sink when Duo came in the door. He caught sight of the American in the mirror and started to turn, but Shinigami's hand shot out and held him. Duo pressed against Wu Fei's back and dropped his mouth to the bronzed neck to bite lightly then suck gently.

"What... what are you... d-doing?" Wu Fei said, half-heartedly trying to push Duo away.

"What's it look like I'm doing, Wu?" Duo purred in his ear before flicking his tongue out to trace around the shape of the ear.

"H-here...?" Wu Fei said, aware that he'd just agreed and knowing he'd meant to.

"Good point... How far's your place?"

"Not too far," Wu Fei whispered weakly, only his grip on the sink and Duo's arm around his waist holding him up.

"You drive?" Duo worked a hand up the front of Wu Fei's shirt, learning the shape of the Chinese boy's body even as his mouth still roamed over his neck.

"No... I came with Quatre..." Wu Fei managed to gasp out as two of Duo's fingers traced circles around one of his nipples.

"He'll take us, no probs. He set this whole thang up. Let's go."

Wu Fei made a mournful sound as Duo's hands and lips were suddenly gone and turned to the braided boy. He found him holding the door open and waving him through it. Wu Fei thought for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed Duo softly before walking through the door as he was indicated.

Duo blinked. Quatre was possibly right. Maybe Wu Fei was capable of sweetness...

Quatre looked up as Wu Fei put a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?!" he asked in concern, noting Wu Fei's flushed cheeks and quickened breathing.

"Nothing. I need to go home," Wu Fei replied, glancing back at Duo.

"You... You didn't... I mean, he didn't... I mean..." Quatre blushed and looked at his glass of drink.

"It takes a bit longer than that, Q..." Duo said, coming up behind Wu Fei.

Just having Duo that close to him made Wu Fei's breathing quicken slightly more.

"Well I know that! I meant... I thought maybe you fought..." Quatre said, trying to explain himself.

"No, but I need to go home," Wu Fei said again, unable to think straight with Duo blowing softly and purposely on the back of his neck.

"Why...?" Quatre blinked up at him.

"I need to go with him," Duo said before recommencing with his attentions to the back of Wu Fei's neck.

"Maxwell! I can't think with you doing that!" Wu Fei growled and Duo giggled.

Quatre's eyes widened as he figured out WHY they wanted to go back to Wu Fei's place.

"Oh! Oh, yes, yes, of course I'll take you. Let's go," he said and stood in a hurry, blushing faintly.

Duo smirked and dragged Wu Fei after the blonde, virtually throwing him into the back of the car when they got to it. He climbed in after Wu Fei and grinned as Quatre started the car.

Wu Fei was about to say something, but was prevented by a warm, pliable mouth covering his own for an intimate, passionate kiss. He whimpered into the mouth and gave its insistent tongue entrance to his own mouth where it explored freely, sending little bolts of electricity to his brain. The electricity was addictive and Wu Fei wanted more so he curled his own tongue around Duo's and sucked lightly, delighted when he drew a soft moan from the braided boy.

"Uh... guys? I'm sorry to... to interrupt, but... but we're there..." came Quatre's hesitant and extremely embarrassed voice from the front seat.

"Thanks for the ride, Q! I'll give ya a call, ne?" Duo said before leaping out of the car and drawing a dazed Wu Fei after him.

"N-no problem, Duo," Quatre replied with am embarrassed little smile, then waved as he drove off somewhat faster than the speed signs indicated he should.

Hmm... I never would have thought he was a speed-demon... Wu Fei thought irrelevantly.

"Uh, Wu...? We need the keys," Duo said, sliding an arm around the other boy's waist.

"My name is Wu Fei, weakling..." Wu Fei snapped in reply, but fished around in his pockets for his house keys.

"Weakling...? We'll see if you're still speaking that way after, Wu," Duo purred, putting deliberate emphasis on the name.

Wu Fei went slightly red as he suddenly came to the full realization that he was letting this stranger into his house for the express purpose of sleeping with him. He decided he didn't like the idea at all.

"Maxwell, I don't think this is a good idea," he said, extricating himself from Duo's restricting arm.

Duo's eyebrows shifted up and he crossed his arms over his chest, violet eyes taking an unbreakable hold on ebony ones. He shifted one leg forward so he was standing in a relaxed sort of way. A lazy pink tongue snaked out to dampen full lips, which formed an almost irresistible pout.

"You thought it was a good idea five minutes ago... I sure wasn't holdin' you still while I kissed you and I sure didn't force you to kiss me back," he said softly, then let his tongue dance out over his lips again, aware Wu Fei's eyes were riveted on it.

"I only met you fifteen minutes ago!" Wu Fei said, though his voice was somewhat dreamy as his eyes followed the seductive path of that appealing tongue.

"Mmm... and I only met you fifteen minutes ago. What's your point?" The big violet eyes blinked languorously at Wu Fei and he gave in. Those eyes...

He turned and slipped the key into the lock then stopped and thought again about what he was doing. It was just so unlike him... He couldn't believe he was doing it. A long finger trailed down his spine from his neck to the waistband of his pants, sending a delightful shiver dancing through him and he quickly turned the key and opened the door.

The minute they were inside, Duo shut the door behind them and grabbed Wu Fei, capturing his mouth for a long, drawn-out, lazily sensual kiss. It was the kind of kiss that usually made Wu Fei's knees go weak and they did so, but Duo's arms went instinctively around him and held him upright even as Wu Fei wrapped his own arms around the stripper's neck and clung to him for dear life.

They eventually had to come up for air and Wu Fei took advantage of the lull in passions to speak.

"The bedroom... Down the hall... There..." He pointed and Duo gave a slight nod before leading his new lover down the hall and into the indicated bedroom.

Once there, Duo began undoing the buttons down the front of Wu Fei's dress shirt. He went about the task almost reverently, trailing kisses down over the slowly revealed skin.

Wu Fei shivered slightly and tangled his fingers in the bound hair at the nape of Duo's neck, whispering the other boy's name.

Duo finished with the buttons and stood to slide the shirt off Wu Fei's shoulders, kissing him as he did so. He trailed his hand up Wu Fei's belly to his chest and rubbed his thumb teasingly over a nipple even as his tongue begged for entrance to Wu Fei's mouth and was given it without hesitation.

Wu Fei whimpered slightly into his mouth and one hand stroked down the length of Duo's braid and began to undo the string holding it in its confines.

Duo suddenly pulled away, shaking his head.

"No... Only Shinigami wears his hair out..." he murmured, a flicker of shame showing in his violet eyes.

Wu Fei's mouth opened slightly in shock. He hadn't even considered that Duo might be ashamed of what he did.

"You are Shinigami," he said softly, taking a step towards Duo.

"No, I'm not. I'm Duo. It's Shinigami who does that stuff up there... I'm not him. I'm not!" Duo said, his voice and his expressive eyes laden with shame.

"'That stuff up there', Duo, it's beautiful," Wu Fei murmured.

You were right Q... he can be sweet... Duo thought stupidly even as he shook his head at Wu Fei.

"It's stripping!"

"It's dancing."

"It's degrading!"

"It's not..."

"It is!"

Wu Fei walked the short distance to Duo and took him in his arms, then began to work at freeing the masses of hair from the confining braid. Duo tried to push away, but Wu Fei held him tight and spoke as he worked.

"Shinigami and Duo Maxwell. Duo Maxwell and Shinigami. They are one and the same and they do beautiful things for people they will never meet. They make people happy and give them an escape from the troubles of their lives. They are the same person and I love them both."

Wu Fei's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said. Duo evidently had heard every word as he pushed back off Wu Fei and stared at him with wide eyes.

"L-love...?" he said, utter shock written all over his features.

Wu Fei stared right back at him, blinking. What had possessed him to say something like that? Words like that were for weaklings, not Chang Wu Fei. Where had his brains gone? Had he drunk more than he realized?

I don't love him! I just met him! Wu Fei thought.

"Wu...?" Duo asked, hand going nervously up to take hold of the half undone braid.

"I..." Wu Fei shook his head.

Duo stepped forward again and hugged Wu Fei tightly.

"It doesn't matter, Wu. Thanks..." he said.

Wu Fei didn't say anything further, but returned to working the rest of Duo's hair free and this time, Duo didn't protest. He kissed Wu Fei's neck lightly then trailed a string of kisses down to his neck to his chest where he licked teasingly at one nipple, causing Wu Fei's fingers to tangle and clench in the chestnut hair. When Duo took the nipple fully into his mouth and sucked lightly on it, a purring growl of pleasure emerged from Wu Fei's throat and his head rolled back as his eyes drifted shut.

"Duo..." he whispered and the other boy smirked before moving his ministrations to the other nipple.

Wu Fei gave a soft moan and his free hand slipped up under Duo's shirt and trailed up and down the smooth skin of his back, resulting in Duo stopping his attentions to give an approving growl in the back of his throat. Wu Fei smiled slightly and slipped the t-shirt over Duo's head, breath hitching in his throat as he took in the well-tuned chest and torso. Duo was immeasurably more beautiful up close...

Duo straightened and kissed Wu Fei again, a series of teasing, but still soft and tender little kisses. Wu Fei's arms fastened around Duo's neck again and his eyes fluttered shut as he revealed in the other boy's nearness and his smell and his taste and the feel of his skin against Wu Fei's own. He trailed the fingers of one hand through the masses of Duo's hair, loving the way it cascaded down the American's back and slipped through his fingers like fine silk.

Duo's hands slid down Wu Fei's back and the fingers of one tucked inside the waistband of his pants. He pressed close to Wu Fei, again lowering his mouth to the other's neck to lick and suck teasingly. He ended up leaving a red mark that he knew would bruise and the knowledge gave him a strange sense of pleasure. He bit down on the mark, drawing an appealing yelp-purr from Wu Fei and assuring the mark would remain.

"Duo..." Wu Fei whispered again, pushing his hips against Duo's in a movement of pleading.

Duo gave a deep-throated moan that went straight to Wu Fei's head and quickly undid the Chinese boy's pants. He had him fully naked within the next minute, and Wu Fei wondered absently what had happened to his shoes. His thoughts were obliterated as Duo laid him gently on the bed and began a slow exploration of his entire body with his mouth and tongue.

He soon had Wu Fei arching off the bed and gasping out all three of his names - Duo, Maxwell and Shinigami - punctuated by soft moans, growls and purrs of pure pleasure. His mouth eventually found it's way to Wu Fei's erection and he flicked his tongue out to tease around it.

Wu Fei gasped and whispered incoherent pleas to his talented lover. Duo ignored the pleas and continued to tease Wu Fei, his tongue snaking out again and again to dance lightly around Wu Fei's center and drive him closer to the edge. He gave in when Wu Fei whimpered helplessly and took the other boy completely into his mouth.

"O-oh... Duo... please!" Wu Fei gasped as that wonderful wet, warm heat enveloped his length. His hips lifted involuntarily, burying him further into Duo's mouth. He shuddered and his hands twisted in the sheets as Duo began to do things with his mouth that Wu Fei had never thought possible. He couldn't keep still and he could feel himself nearing the edge. He didn't want that. He wanted Duo inside him. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Duo's abundant hair, urging him up for another deep kiss.

"Wu?" Duo murmured in confusion.

"Make love to me..." Wu Fei whispered, only half-coherent.

"But I am..."

"No... No... In me... Please..."

Duo smiled tenderly and nodded then hopped off the bed to get out of the rest of his clothes.

Wu Fei could barely contain himself. He wanted his violet-eyed lover so badly, it was painful. He blinked confusedly at Duo as he began searching through the bedside drawers.

"Don't you have any... err..." Duo trailed off, going slightly red and surprised at the fact.

Wu Fei blinked again then realized what he meant and shook his head.

"I've never..." he admitted softly, casting his eyes away from Duo.

"I don't wanna hurt you, Wu..."

"Isn't there… something else we… can use?"

Duo chewed on his lip in thought, nearly wilting under Wu Fei's pleading eyes and nodded, returning to the bed and kissing him tenderly. He then slipped away again and went looking for something to use. It wasn't long before he reappeared, berating himself for being a fool, and went to his jacket, hunting through the pockets and coming out with exactly what he needed.

Wu Fei couldn't help but laugh softly, but was silenced by another kiss before Duo sat back a little to cover his fingers in the substance. He slid a hand down Wu Fei's body, then used another passionate kiss to distract the Chinese boy while he slipped a finger gently inside him. Wu Fei's eyes snapped open and he moaned at the new sensation, arching against Duo.

Shinigami watched his lover, breath catching in his chest at the beauty of the Chinese boy in the throes of passion. Wu Fei whimpered and shuddered as Duo massaged gently with the finger, then added a second, knowingly preparing his lover for him.

"Mmnnn... Duo, please!" he gasped, pushing back against Duo's questing fingers and feeling as though he were about to explode.

"Are you sure about this, Wu?" Duo whispered.

"Yes! Please!" Wu Fei pleaded.

Duo nodded and positioned himself between Wu Fei's legs. He lifted the other boy's hips and whispered a soft encouragement before he began to ease slowly into him.

Wu Fei bit down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out, but he couldn't hold back his sharp gasp at the pleasure/pain. Duo halted and asked if he wanted him to stop, but Wu Fei shook his head. Duo hesitated a moment, but then continued. Wu Fei whimpered and instinctively thrust back against Duo, pulling the other boy fully into him.

Duo leaned down and kissed him softly, giving him time to adjust, but - oh! How good he felt. How warm and tight and... perfect. Duo could wish he stayed like this forever. In this perfect moment. However, Wu Fei wouldn't have that.

"Duo..." he whispered pleadingly in his lover's ear before nibbling lightly on the ear.

Duo acquiesced and pulled almost completely out of Wu Fei then thrust back in again, drawing matching moans from both of them. Wu Fei lifted his legs and wrapped them around Duo's lower back, silently begging for more.

The slight pain was gone now, replaced by waves of only pleasure that rippled through him with every move his lover made. Moans and whimpers, gasps and purrs all issued from him and he heard matching sounds from Duo. When the other boy's long fingers wrapped around his erection and began stroking in time with his thrusts, Wu Fei could no longer control himself. His back arched and he thrust back against Duo, whispering his name over and over again.

Wu Fei's erotic sounds and the whisperings of his name all served to drive Duo half-insane with pleasure and the need to please the boy beneath him even more. He watched as Wu Fei writhed and shuddered, approaching that place which was special to lovers. He was so beautiful...

Wu Fei gave a deep-throated moan of satisfaction as he finally reached that special place and spilt the essence of himself into Duo's hand.

This drove Duo over the edge completely and he cried out Wu Fei's name as he spent himself inside the Chinese boy.

He collapsed on Wu Fei and kissed him softly.

"Oh... Thank you..." he whispered, and Wu Fei smiled slightly.

"Thank you..." Wu Fei replied, his fingers tangling in Duo's hair again.

"Mmm... we should go wash off..." Duo murmured, though his eyes were already drifting shut and he was already falling asleep on top of Wu Fei.

"Probably..." Wu Fei agreed, but only shifted Duo off him and hugged him close, planting a tender kiss on those still-perfect lips.

The two of them were asleep in seconds.

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Wu Fei awoke slowly in the morning to two realizations. The first, that he ached in a thousand places, having used muscles he'd never exercised before, and the second, that Duo wasn't there. The second realization overwhelmed the first in a hurry and he sat up, looking around his room.

Duo's shirt was still in a little heap on the floor, so that was a good thing, but there was no sign of his pants.

Wu Fei crawled out of his bed and realized the aches didn't like him moving. He winced slightly, but nothing could deter him from finding his stripper. He managed to make his way into a pair of decent pants then padded out of his room into the hall. He soon made a third realization; that he was sticky. He pulled a face.

Okay, so maybe one thing could deter him from finding his stripper.

He detoured at the bathroom and washed himself quickly, then continued his search.

He found his lover in the kitchen and was surprised at the utter relief that washed over him at the sight of that chestnut hair cascading down that smooth-skinned back.

"Duo...?" Wu Fei asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

Duo turned and presented him with a radiant smile and a mouth-watering breakfast, then the smile turned into a pout.

"I was gunna bring you breakfast in bed..." he said reprovingly and Wu Fei couldn't help but smile.

"I will go back and pretend I didn't see you, ne?" he said.

What are you doing, Wu Fei? You're behaving like a weak baka... he thought reprovingly himself, but did as he'd said he would anyway.

Duo watched the Chinese boy and sighed happily. This was perfect. It was where he wanted to be for the rest of his life. He knew that now, but he didn't know if Wu Fei felt the same. Duo had never believed there was such a thing as love at first sight, but this was pretty close to it anyway.

He followed after Wu Fei soon and found him, true to his word, back in bed. He grinned and presented the other boy with breakfast, then settled cross-legged at his feet on the bed and watched him closely as if committing every detail to memory. Maybe he was. He didn't know where he stood with Wu Fei. This might be the last little amount of time he spent with his dark love.

Wu Fei finished his breakfast quickly and thanked Duo for it, then fidgeted in the bed, partly because he hurt, but mostly because he didn't know what to say. Duo saved him from having to say anything by saying something himself.

"Wu Fei... I... This is gunna sound real stupid but... I... I think... I..." Duo growled and twisted his fingers in his hair, then lifted his head and captured Wu Fei's eyes with his own. "I love you, Wu Fei," he whispered.

Wu Fei blinked, then tore his eyes away from Duo's and cast them down to the bedcovers.

"That is stupid, Maxwell," he said.

Duo flinched at the words, though he'd promised himself it wouldn't matter to him what Wu Fei said. That at least he'd tried and that was all that mattered. Yeah, right. Duo thought sarcastically to himself.

"Uh... well... yeah..." he murmured, biting back tears.

"But... then... I am stupid also," Wu Fei said and lifted Duo's head to kiss him tenderly. "Because I love you, too..."

Duo's big violet eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Y-you..." was all he could stammer out.

"I said it last night... I just... didn't know it was true..."

Duo grinned like an idiot and threw his arms around Wu Fei's neck, kissing the other boy until they both gasped for air.

"Oh, I so have to tell Q his plan worked!" Duo cried and leapt off the bed then ran down to the phone.

"Plan? What plan? Maxwell!"

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Author's note: Argh! The fluff! The fluff! *hides in shame*