Never Step On A Dragon's Tail

Pairing : 1x5, +2
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Yaoi, lemon, mild bondage, possible OOC, PWP-ish
Disclaimer : GW belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and Sotsu Agency.
NOT ME. Please don't sue.
Spoilers : None
Author's note : This is the direct sequel to 'Score'. Hope you enjoy it!

+++++ : Change of scene
***** : Flashback
// : thoughts

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Aaahh...bliss. Duo Maxwell rolled around on his bed, letting his
body melt into the sheets and heavenly softness of the pillows.
Blessed Sunday! Off day! Better still, he had met a cute little
blonde at the clubs last night. Seemingly shy and virginal on the
surface, until Duo had caught the playful twinkle in those guileless
green eyes. Pity the sweet young thing disappeared before Duo
could get any contact number from him. Didn't even know his name.
Duo sighed.

Rap!

He jumped, almost startled out of his skin. "Who's that?"

"It's me."

*Me* indeed. Duo sat up immediately. There was no mistaking
that low, timbre that seemed always husky. Chang Wufei had one
hell of a bedroom voice. But no problem! Maxwell had already put
his little voyeuristic adventure far, far behind him. Besides,
it'd been two weeks.

//Uh-huh. Two weeks of avoiding both Wufei and Heero in the eyes,
jumping every time they came near, lusting after them in your dreams, jerking off - //

//Shut the fuck up!// Duo screamed at the annoying little voice
in his mind. You can't blame him, can you? Ex-pilots 01 and 05
are his friends, yeah, but they are beautiful men *as well*!

Anyway, Duo had gotten over it. Hey, just yesterday he could
talk to Heero without squirming. He even saw Wufei bending
over as during his daily series of stretches and katas, and he
didn't even think of checking out that pert little rear! That's
right! Duo had been very good lately. Besides, there was the
golden-haired angel from last night.

He leapt from his bed and headed for the door. //Right. I'll just
open this, and ask Wufei to spit it out, then shut it again, and - //

"Uh...Fei?"

Wufei looked up, blinking in a rather kittenish fashion.
"May I come in?"

"Uh..." Duo shifted uneasily in his position. "Sure, I guess." He
knew he *really* shouldn't let Wufei into his room at any point in these few days when his hormones were still in a state of flux. But Duo couldn't think up a reason to say no.

Violet eyes now widened into huge saucers followed the small,
compact figure as it traipsed breezily into his room, like it was a
normal everyday thing to come waltzing into Duo's bedroom on
a Sunday afternoon. Technically speaking, there really should be
nothing that warranted Duo's gawking right now. Wufei still looked
the same as he did per normal; not like he was suddenly dressed
like a sex siren or something. Black tank top, white pants. Very normal.

Then Duo got it.

It was in the behaviour, that's what!

The Chinese man paused in the middle of the room, near Duo's bed,
and turned to face the frozen American man.

"Duo?" The raven head tilted to one side, loose gossamer hair
spilling about the fine-boned face. "Are you all right?"

"Huh?" Duo said intelligently. He smacked himself mentally.
//Calm, Duo, where's the Maxwell charm?// "I'm fine! 'Course
I'm fine." He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
Wufei was acting weird, and it really wasn't safe venturing
anywhere near that man right now.

"Are you sure?" The husky tenor dropped a notch. "You don't
look so well."

"Look, uh, Wuffie. Nope, I mean *Wufei*. I need my beauty
sleep, y'know! So, why don't you just tell me what you want from
me, huh?" He hoped he didn't sound too pleading.

"Oh, of course." Full, pouty lips drew into...what can be best
described as an innocently feral smile. Small, slipper-shod feet
pitter-pattered their way towards the man plastered to the door.
Effectively trapped, Duo held his breath as a slim copper
hand slipped beneath his jacket and pressed against the undershirt.

"Uh, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Duo sputtered.
There was no way Wufei was seriously coming on to him, was
there? Not that Duo would complain - don't go there! - but this
man was the one attached to HEERO YUY! And that said a lot.
Duo wouldn't go into Heero territory with a freakin' barge pole!

"Just making you feel better...your heart is beating really fast."
Those flitting, teasing fingers stilled and curled around a fistful
of undershirt. And jerked hard.

Duo suddenly found himself eye-to-eye with an impossibly black
glare. "What were you doing in Heero's room on the eleventh of June?"

"Uh...I...I can explain!"

++++++++++

The man entered the darkened interior of the huge maisonette.
His movements were measured, almost stealthy. As he turned
in the direction of the stairway, a bright strip of moonlight
angling in from the windows caught him in its glare. For a brief,
surreal moment, it highlighted a sharp profile of curiously mixed
features. Glittering eyes that were almond-shaped of Oriental
origin, yet a striking cobalt colour. Long, straight nose, tapering
down to thin, yet firm lips and a strong chin. Unruly brown hair
framed those features, accentuating their angular handsomeness.

He passed the moonlight, almost receding into the shadows,
moving swiftly and fluidly up the curving stairway. He knew the
number of steps, the distance between each one, and he could
walk them blind. It was a practice that never left him. Getting to
know his environments like the back of his hand.

He lingered not a moment. There was something waiting for him
this night.

He was not disappointed, no.

The object of his wait was there the moment he reached the landing.

"You're late, Yuy." A low, husky timbre growled into his ear,
followed by two warm, slender arms twining themselves around his neck.

"Work." Heero breathed, relaxing into that crushing embrace of
his lover. He dipped his head and nuzzled against a slender neck,
breathing in the clean, masculine scent. So very warm...his nuzzles
melted into nips as he tracked the skin with his mouth.

The small, firm body in his arms shivered deliciously. "Not here..."
Arms tugged insistently. "I've got something for you. Come."

Heero followed, somewhat bemused. Wufei was rarely in such a
coy mood. Usually it took some persuading on Heero's part. Heero
had found out, the first time they had lain together, that even in
bed Wufei could be every bit a control-freak as he was. Sometimes,
precisely because neither would yield, their foreplay extended to
rough dominance games. Aggression, control, passion. All part
of who they were.

But then, Heero was also quickly finding out that this virginal side
of his lover was as much of a turn-on as rough play.

Wufei's hand rested on the doorknob to his own room, making a
little half-turn. Catching Heero's hand, he pulled the cobalt-eyed
man against himself. "You'll like it." He pressed a quick kiss to
Heero's lips, before letting both of them into his room.

The room was brighter than the rest of the maisonette. Nothing
to do with lights - none of them were turned on. It was the
moonshine illuminating the entire room, flooding in from the
huge window above the bed. Heero never did spend too much
time in Wufei's room. It was too near to the rest of the ex-pilots'
rooms. Also, there was something wicked about taking his lovely
Dragon on those black satin sheets in his own room. It's got to do
with that caramel skin on black satin. A very potent combination.

But it took Heero less than a second to note the latest addition to
Wufei's room.

A person, actually.

Heero's eyes widened despite his incredible resilience to
unnecessary emotion.

A half-naked Duo Maxwell handcuffed to the railed headboard
of Wufei's bed.

"Like it?" Wufei whispered, slipping like a fey creature towards the
bed. He brushed his hand down the pale, wiry chest, smiling a little
when Duo shivered. "I found out he was spying on us that other
day. After we came home from the party. Remember Cantworth?"
Wufei's smile took on a feral edge as he glanced up at a
speechless Heero Yuy.

"How shall we punish him?" Raven eyes gleamed.

"Uh...Heero..." Duo whined from where he lay helpless to Wufei's
stroking. "A little *help* here, if you don't mind? Fei has gone PSYCHO!"

A sharp tug on one rosy nipple. Duo arched, gasping. "Fuck!"

"Come on, Heero..." Wufei beckoned to his amazed lover. "He's
not going to bite. See...I cuffed him securely."

As he got nearer the bed, Heero could see that all right. Glinting
silver metal, one band around the right wrist, another around the
left, both snagged to the headboard. Wufei tugged at one
circling cuff. It rattled, but held taut. The imprisoned American
struggled fruitlessly.

"Wait till I'm free, bastard!" Duo hissed, his eyes blazing violet fire.

Wufei just smiled serenely."You like watching us, Maxwell?"
He stood up and snuggled into Heero's chest, raising his face
for a kiss. The Japanese man was a little struck dumb by his
lover's intentions, but he was fast getting persuaded by that
raw charm of his lover and the idea of a bound Maxwell. He
could feel his apprehension slowly sapping away as he lost
himself to the silky, sweet taste of that yielding mouth offered
so readily to him. Small, strong hands slid up the rumpled
front of Heero's shirt, pausing at the shoulders.

Caressing the muscled curves in soothing strokes.

And shoved without warning.

Heero had barely registered that he was falling, then his
back suddenly met the bed.

Stealth and speed weren't Duo's forte for nothing. He twisted
like a snake, cuffs springing free from his wrists. And in the
next movement, snapping one around Heero's left wrist. There
was some flurry of motion on the other side. A quick blur and
the second band of metal snagged Heero's right wrist.

By the time Heero could properly react, he was already cuffed
against the headboard. A slow burn of anger curled its way up
his insides. For all his training, he hadn't seen this one coming.
He tested the strength of the handcuffs, noting with escalating
fury that they were totally - as Wufei had mentioned - secure.
Bands of metal that rounded his wrists completely.

"Reinforced alloy." Wufei said quietly, a note of exultation in
his raven eyes as he stared down at the mass of cobalt-eyed
fury struggling on the bed. "Would have used Gundanium. But
there wasn't time to make them."

A half-naked Duo quickly pulled on shirt Wufei tossed to him.
"Damn." He said in between pulling his arms through the shirt.
"Never thought it'd work."

Wufei laughed, a low, triumphant one. "I did say it would."

"For a moment," Duo finished dressing himself, ignoring the
cobalt-edged daggers aimed right at him. "I thought you were gonna, uh - "

"Have my way with you?"

Duo made a face.

"Here." Wufei tossed a disk to Duo. "Have fun."

"Oh, I will." Duo grinned. Recklessly, he put his head to one side
and blew a kiss at the deathly silent figure on the bed, before
turning dancing violet eyes onto Wufei. "You too, Fei." He waved
jauntily to the Chinese man and slipped out of the room. "Bye, Heero!"

One second. Two seconds. The air stilled completely.

Wufei turned and regarded his captive out of gleaming obsidian
eyes. "Now it's just you and me, Yuy."

**********

"Uh...I can explain!"

"You were spying on us?"

"NO! Well, yes. No - I mean, technically yes. Wait, wait! Listen to
me! I was...I was...well, I was in the wardrobe."

"In the wardrobe."

"I didn't mean to, I swear! I mean, all I wanted was a bath, and,
and, it seemed such a long way to my room...Heero's room was
just 'round the corner...so I thought..."

"You saw everything."

"Y...yeah..."

"You are so dead, you know, Maxwell."

"I know! Shit, I'm sorry! I mean...I swear I didn't mean to - to spy
on you or anything! And...and...I thought I was your friend...why
didn't any of you tell me before?"

"It wasn't the time, Maxwell. And don't change the topic."

"...do it fast then...even if you don't kill me now...I guess Heero'd
do it for you..."

"Heero......Want to save your skin, Maxwell?"

"You...you're not gonna deck me? Or kill me?"

"I will. Unless you help me."

**********

Wufei slid his gaze to his bed, openly admiring the prisoner
shackled to it. Ah...never had he had the infallible, unconquered
Heero Yuy like this - completely at his mercy. He pinpointed his
scrutiny at the crown of rakish brown hair, rumpled from agitated
tossing, hanging over the eyes. Oh, the eyes. Blazing cobalt from
between brown locks. The chiselled face, like marble sculpted from
the hand of the finest craftsman, now beading at the temples with
sweat, cheeks stained with the lightest flush of pink. Pale lips
pressed in a thin, grim line, tremulous with suppressed rage.

The impotence of the situation. Control forced from his hand.
Helplessness.

Everything that Heero Yuy abhorred.

"Why?" Grated out in a monotone.

Wufei ignored him. Striding briskly towards the cabinet in one
corner of the room, he retrieved a bottle and a glass. He had
prepared those earlier. He poured the wine into the glass. Many
people thought he liked only tea. It made him laugh. So many
beverages in the world and he liked only one? Incidentally, he
had a real taste for red wine. He lifted the glass and peered into the
rich, reddish liquid. He could just see Heero's thrashing body
through the bit of translucence. Red wine and Heero Yuy.

Very nice.

"Release me, Chang!" The nasal tone sailed high on the last word.

"Hmm..." Wufei lowered the glass, and tilted his head to one side.
"No." He laughed huskily. "Not yet, Yuy. There are some things
I want to discuss with you." He settled the glass on the low stand
beside his bed.

"What. Things."

"Oh, you'd know. Patience." He chided, striding back to the foot
of the bed, stopping when he stood outlined in the moonlight. He
wanted to make sure Heero could see him. He knew he looked good
tonight. Better still, he had dressed exactly the way Heero loved.
Pyjamas with buttons of course - destruction of buttoned shirts was
one of Heero's hobbies - and loose drawstring pants. The muted
hunger in roving cobalt eyes told him he had done the right thing.

Slowly, he pressed one knee onto the mattress.

A twitch.

"No, no, Yuy..." He laid a hand over a quivering shin and stilled it.
"Don't try anything funny with the legs. I can leave you like this
for the rest to find in the morning."

Heero didn't say anything, but he did freeze in his position. With
no small amount of satisfaction, Wufei crawled towards the other
man, taking his time, slinking his every move. He stopped when he
could look down into those fierce cobalt eyes.

Gently, he rocked his groin against the other's, little shivers of
friction erupting between their legs.

Heero tensed, refusing to make any sound even to that welcomed
stimulation. He caught his breath, hands rattling at the headboard,
as a warm, teasing mouth headed for the top button of his shirt.

Sometimes even breathing can feel like a touch and to Heero's
sensitised skin, the warm puffs of air from Wufei's mouth through
the thin material felt like caresses. Chin making little bumps, nose
nudging, and teeth tugging skilfully at buttons, Wufei worked his
way down the hard, muscled chest. The slice of skin revealed by
the parted buttons glowed a pale gold under the moonlight. A
hand slipped beneath the fabric, copper upon gold, patterning
random circles on the skin, tracing the hard ridges of muscles,
sleek flat planes of pectorals.

"What. Things." Heero spoke again.

Obsidian eyes flicked up sharply. The Japanese man seemed
unaffected by the teasing touches on his bared chest. No _expression,
not even an inflection in his tone. But Wufei read the unspoken
tension in hard cobalt eyes. He smiled inwardly. He chose not to
answer, instead, turning his attentions on the black pants. Really,
those would have to go.

"Don't try anything." He warned his prisoner, before setting to work.
Methodically, he released the top button of the waistband, then slid
the zipper down, giving the clothed bulge beneath a cursory stroke
just to hear the tiniest catch in Heero's breathing.

The pants were pulled off those endlessly long legs. Wufei's eyes
glinted. Heero's body was so different from his own, right down to
the legs - long, slender, yet tautly-muscled. He stared at the covered
mound between those legs. Still unaroused, but not for long.
Wufei felt an answering twinge in his own loins, but his own
pleasure could be foregone for the time being.

Heero shifted, cheeks burning from the other's predatory gaze.
Wufei smirked. Probably Heero wasn't used to being the slab of
meat in their bedroom adventures. He crawled back over the cuffed
man, dragging his own clothed body over the acres of bared skin,
knowing grating fabric over skin generated loads of delicious friction.

He settled himself comfortable between Heero's legs, resting his
chin on the taut chest.

"You know..." Wet, nibbling kiss on the skin. "What happens
when you step on a cat's tail?" he licked and nipped his way to a
pert brown nub. Suckling it, scoring lightly with teeth.

Heero couldn't hold back an involuntary shudder.

"You get clawed." The teasing teeth bit down abruptly - forcing a
gasp - then a soothing tongue laved the sore nipple.

"What happens when you step on a dragon's tail?" Playing his
mouth over the protruding collarbones, tonguing the dip between
neck and shoulder. "Hmm...?" Beneath him, Heero bit down hard
on his lip, forcing any sounds to the back of his throat.

Wufei halted abruptly, rising up and pressing his forehead
to Heero's. Obsidian fire caught cobalt ice. "You get it back ten-fold." He growled.

++++++++++

Duo flicked the disk into the air and caught it neatly. All in
a day's work. Managed not to get sliced to pieces by Wufei's
sabre, convinced Quatre and Trowa to go on a well-deserved
break, preferably coming back on Tuesday. Play man-in-distress
on Wufei's bed, trick Heero into getting cuffed.

That last bit was fun. Of course, there was a dark moment
when Duo was actually worried that Wufei had been playing
him all the while and he would be the one subjected to their
torture. Anyways, it was good Wuffie ended the game early.
That small, yet firm hand on Duo's chest had been getting a
*little* too comfortable!

He grinned to himself and waved the disk. Ahh...all the
necessary particulars about that little Saturday night blonde
beauty. Trust Wufei to be resourceful enough to get those.
That man obviously had the whole thing planned beforehand!
Duo began conjuring up interesting images of Wufei having
fun with a helpless Heero Yuy. Ahh...there lies a deliciously
mean streak under that justice-freak facade, Duo knew by now.

There was only one thing Duo still couldn't get.

How the hell did Wufei know he was in Heero's room that day?

++++++++++

In Duo speech, Heero knew he was in deep shit. So, he hadn't
exactly guessed what he had done to provoke his fiery lover,
but looking at the way things were going, he was fucked.
That sheer determination - and vengeance - in those obsidian
orbs reminded him of their piloting days when Wufei had
wrecked havoc on hapless OZ bases. Unleashed Shenlong;
that's what Heero had done. A part of him wanted to just go
with the flow; Heero was almost naked and he knew it wouldn't
take much longer before he'd become painfully aroused.

But Heero never gave up without a fight. His whole mentality
rejected the idea of surrender. Then there was also the problem
of how long Wufei would keep him painfully aroused. The whole
situation was starting to become disturbingly familiar. This was
almost like any given night during their passionate sessions
together - except *Heero* was the one in charge during those
times.

He watched Wufei silently. The raven-eyed devil had retrieved
his dangerous-looking glass and was taking a slow sip, all the
while eyeballing at Heero over the rim. The glass was lowered
and Heero was rewarded with sight of tempting coral lips stained
red with the dastardly wine. He felt a rising burn in his groin.

Damn, he was screwed. Reflexively, he tugged at the
headboard. Yes, his wrists were securely shackled. Damn.

Very sweetly, the pretty little raven head tilted contemplatively,
then the small copper wrist curled.

Heero watched in slow-mo fascination as the red liquid spilled
from the rim and spattered onto his bared torso. He breathed
in sharply. Cold! Winding trails of cool liquid spread over his
chest, like cool fingers crawling over his sensitised skin.

Pale gold skin adorned with burnished crimson. Wufei
chuckled lowly.

"You see, Yuy...you were really tired when you came back
from the convention...two nights ago." The delicate Chinese
face lowered to Heero's chest and lapped at the wine in the
sternum. Heero strained against the mouth working on his skin.

"So tired...you talked in your sleep. Like a verbal report.
Very detailed."

So that's where he had fucked up.

"You let Duo watch us." A skilled tongue swirled the sweet
liquid around a patch of burning skin, then sucked. "Let him
watch *you* taking *me*."

Heero could hardly keep back a groan as teeth scored over
the ridges of his abs, biting and licking mercilessly. He clung
desperately to the tattered remains of his control, feeling
even those miserable shreds snap one by one as a warm
hand slid over the fabric of his briefs, curving around his
coiled erection, squeezing it slowly.

A harsh moan wrenched its way free from Heero's throat - a sound
he hardly recognised. He struggled, knowing it was probably
futile yet couldn't help doing so, metal cuffs clanging almost
in time to his hitched breathing. Was this what Wufei felt
when Heero had teased him? Every vein afire, blood pounding
in steadily rising waves in his mind, shuddering jolts of pleasure
coiling in that one area between his legs. The hand released him
and Heero was momentarily hopeful, but the sliding of same
hand beneath his briefs, groping till it found what it was looking
for, that Heero felt like screaming.

"I want to know why."

Wufei's voice was harsh with need, but also hardened with
purpose. He pulled out the rigid, throbbing member, uncoiling
it from the confines of fabric, and pumping the length in
deliberate strokes. He would get his answers, even it meant
torturing the stubborn Japanese into daybreak. It was only
justice. If you want to play Wufei, you'd better be equipped
with a *damn* good reason.

That dark unruly head shook from side to side, both an
unconscious attempt to get rid of the punishing pleasure
inflicted on him, and a conscious gesture to rebel against
Wufei's interrogation. Pride. If anything, to save his pride.
He dimly felt his briefs tugged off. Then something very
cold lashing around his erection.

A shivering moan burst free of Heero. He drew up his
legs, straining, even as Wufei poured the wine over his
heated flesh. Gods, he couldn't take any more of this for
long!

"When - when I'm free - " Heero grated out between gasps,
biceps flexing against the hold of his imprisonment.

"You'd what?" Wufei nipped at a quivering thigh, leaving
a vivid red mark. "Don't scare me, Yuy." He lifted the swollen
penis away from Heero's body, dipping his head and laved
at the heavy sac below. Feeling a little drunk himself on
the musky scent of Heero and wine, he took one orb into
his mouth first, then the other. A little trick. Cradling them
in the warm wet cavern of his mouth, he hummed, the
vibrations sending shivers of sensation that nearly had Heero
bucking off the bed.

Wufei had leverage on his side, and a sliver more control. He focused
his mind away from his own rock-hard arousal, concentrating
on Heero's agony. He released those aching testicles.
Gauging Heero's reactions, as he took the head into his mouth,
drawing guttural groan after groan, slowing down when Heero
seemed too close to release, upping the pace when the man
tried to wrestle back some control.

"Hhuuunnhh..." Heero half-whined, half-growled in
frustration - the most undignified sound he had made the
whole night. "Because you're mine!" he hissed suddenly.

The torturous oral-play stopped.

Heero raised his head, fairly bursting at the seams,
cheeks flushed scarlet. "Mine!" He snapped harshly.

Just one word but it spoke a well of pent-up rage. Heero Yuy
was possessive; even if it meant flaring up over a bystander
like Jake Cantworth Jr, or displaying his hold over Wufei with
Maxwell watching. Perhaps not the most artful or considerate
of methods to demonstrate his feelings, but Heero Yuy simply
didn't understand the little subtleties in life. It was *his* way,
or no way.

Obsidian eyes seemed to deepen as they regarded the trembling
man on the bed. Then, Wufei crawled up and dipped his head
towards Heero. "I want to know something, Yuy." He said
quietly, lowering his face until it hovered just above Yuy's.
"Are you *mine*?"

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as cobalt eyes widened in
obvious surprise. Is he Wufei's? He stared up at haunting,
velvet orbs, suddenly seeing the vulnerability beneath the fieriness.

"Yes." He whispered fiercely, surging up and crushing his
lips against those full, rosy ones, groaning as Wufei kissed
back hungrily. Velvet friction cushioning searing need as they
ate at each other.

Heero tore his mouth away. "Please." He said softly, urgently.

Obsidian eyes, as desire-glazed as Heero's own, burned into
him. The foreplay was done, early torture forgotten, replaced
by raging desire. Wufei lifted trembling hands to his top,
unbuttoning the clasps, fingers almost tripping in their
haste. Trying to take off his pants atop Heero had one
advantage, he realised. Both men gasped when their groins
rocked against each other, bumps and grinds urging their
movements along.

"Faster!" A bitten-off growl from the helplessly bound Heero.
If he could have his way, he would have been inside his Dragon
right *now*.

"Patience." The last syllable ended in a stuttered gasp as
Wufei positioned himself above the turgid member. Sweat
beaded his temples like dew as he slowly lowered himself.
Unstretched, Wufei choked back a cry as the blunt tip
strained against his entrance.

"Release me!" Heero snarled. Even through the spinning haze
of need crowding his senses, he could feel the shivers of pain
echoing through the slight body. "Let me - "

"No!" Wufei hissed in return. This night was his. Clenching his
eyes shut, he drove downwards, the heavy head popping
through, and the rest of the length, still not quite slick enough,
impaled his inside. Now, he cried out, tossing his head back,
clawing at the sheets to keep his balance.

Violently straining against the damned cuffs, unable to touch,
and that heavenly tight sheath surrounding his shaft, Heero
arched in an explosion of pleasure. Then, Heero's vision tunnelled
as that clench moved, Wufei rising off his lap, and driving
downwards, tears flushing round copper cheeks as he
slowly rode Heero. Somehow finding the presence of mind,
long pale legs rose and guided that shaking copper body,
shifting the angle to brush against the spot that could
blunt the edges of pain with pleasure.

Ragged mewls bursting forth swollen lips as the swells
of sensation dragged him relentlessly towards the edge.
Shivering gasps from below him; Heero heaving up to
meet each surge, face grimacing as though in pain. It might
have been pain with pleasure as keen as this.

They drove each other on, tensions coiling impossibly
taut in rapture-wracked bodies. Wufei reached a hand
between their bodies to grip his own erection. Stroking in time
to each heavy thrust, and finally feeling unable to bear it
anymore, he came suddenly with an almost-scream, body
shuddering around Heero, spilling hot fluid across their bellies.
It wrenched a guttural cry from Heero as he climaxed almost
right after, snapping up into the vice-like channel with a
last hard lunge, coming deep inside Wufei's body.

Bodies turned into mush, Wufei's arms gave way and
he collapsed onto Heero. Their chests heaved in laboured
gasps as their bodies shook in the aftermath of intense climax.

Heero was still stuck in mindless limbo, couldn't see, couldn't
hear anything but his own raspy breathing. He vaguely felt
hands at his wrists. Then, the hard bands of metal fell away
and his arms slid uselessly onto the bed.

"Heero?"

The cobalt-eyed man blinked dazedly. His sore wrists were
being caressed gently; there was a flutter of something
warm and soft. He looked up into deep, midnight pools.
Somehow, Wufei had managed to rise on trembling knees
and now peered down anxiously at Heero. He held Heero's
wrists to his lips, tracing the abrasions with apologetic kisses.

It was not till Heero found the presence of mind to reach up
with an arm, that the raven-haired man sank gratefully into
the embrace, curling into Heero like a weary cat. They listened
to each other's breathing, searching for the familiar comfort of
pulsing heartbeats. Heero wrapped his arms around the smaller
man, and the latter squirmed, trying to find the most
comfortable position.

As his senses began to return, Heero soon realised he was
not exactly as comfortable. "Wufei." Heero shifted, hinting to
his lover that they were lying in a very, very wet spot. Rather,
he was lying *in* it, and Wufei was lying on Heero the Human Pillow.

"Hmm..."

"Get up. I - "

Instantly, deceptively slender arms clamped around Heero's neck,
and a growled protest muffled against his neck. Heero didn't know
whether to laugh or to scream. How his lover could go from a
teasing little devil to sated bundle of baby-soft skin and warm
ticklish hair in the blink of an eye was beyond him. But at least he
knew now which boundary not to overstep with Wufei.

Resigned, Heero contemplated his armful of sleeping beauty.
Only this man - his completely infuriating Ryuu, could handcuff
him to the bed, torture him for half the damned night, forcing words
out of him using the most underhand of methods, getting away with
*everything*, then falling asleep on him. And funnily, right now,
Heero couldn't summon a single ounce of anger against his brazen
devil of an onyx-eyed angel.

"What have you done to me?" Heero snorted softly, burying
his face into tousled gossamer hair.

With the warm, rhythmic puffs of air against his neck, Heero
finally surrendered himself to the welcoming arms of slumber,
his last conscious memory that of a sleepy tenor murmuring
from somewhere near him.

"...made you mine, Heeoooooo..."

~*~ fin ~*~

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