Heero POV
It had been 10 months since they left that compound without their beloved Duo. Heero wasn't quite sure when he had become theirs, his and Wu-fei's, but he had a feeling that it was always the case. He looked over at the raven-haired pilot and felt himself smile. Wu-fei was snoring softly, curled into Heero's side. He idly carded his fingers through hair like spun silk and sighed when dark lashes fluttered open. Wu-fei had begun to take his breath away more and more often.
"I didn't mean to wake you." Heero spoke softly, pressing a kiss to Wu-fei's temple. His words were sincere, but he was thankful for the distraction. Reflecting for long was still too painful and he didn't want the nightmares to start again. Wu-fei was certainly a comfort, but he couldn't help feeling guilty when the dreams were at their most violent and his lover would have to pin him to keep from getting hurt.
Warm lips against his pulled Heero back to the present. Wu-fei was pressed flush against him from chest to hip, searing warmth radiating through the shirt he still wore to bed. While his scent no longer lingered there, Heero knew Wu-fei wore it to keep Duo close the only way he was able. Heero slid a hand up the back of the loose fabric as he deepened the kiss, needing to feel that he was real and alive. Heero still had trouble at times remembering it was only Duo that died that night.
When they pulled apart, Wu-fei wore that sad little smile that told him his partner had been thinking of Duo, as well. The closer they got, the deeper Wu-fei seemed to fall into his grief. They'd been isolated without missions for the last few months and it was getting to them both. They'd fled the last town, nearly getting shot out of the air, but they'd lost contact with the other pilots and had no orders to follow. No self-imposed orders either.
Without the flow of missions and communication from their companions they had each other and their grief to pass the days until the war ended or swallowed them whole. The passivity was making Heero crazy. He needed to do something, be something more for everyone. For Duo, and for Wu-fei. Especially for the raven-haired pilot. Chang was intelligent and strong, his sense of duty and justice were unwavering, emotions boiling just under the surface. He deserved more than the death and destruction of a seemingly endless war.
Willing away his thoughts, Heero focused his attention on his bedmate once again. He leaned over Wu-fei and kissed him deeply. Morning breath be damned, Heero needed this. Wu-fei's arms wrapped around him, one hand coming to rest at the back of his neck and the other snaking around to his lower back, pushing them flush against each other. When their hips met, Heero moaned into the kiss, giving Wu-fei the chance to take over control of the kiss. Wu-fei ground his hips upward and wrapped a leg around Heero's.
Heero broke the kiss to gasp into his love's shoulder, peppering it with open-mouthed kisses and stopping to suck at the point where neck and shoulder met. The hand around his back clenched against him, nails digging in as he coaxed moans from the man beneath him. Heero pulled away slightly to observe the beauty beneath him.
Wu-fei's kiss-bruised lips were parted as he panted gently. His dark hair had come loose from headband he wore to sleep, he couldn't stand hair in his face, and Heero reached out to brush it back from his sweat-damp skin. His hand came to rest against a cheek stained a delicate pink, making those sharp obsidian eyes stand out in contrast. Heero's hand followed that flush down Wu-fei's neck, brushing his thumbnail over a clavicle and earning a sharp intake of breath.
A hand came up around the back of Heero's neck again, pulling his lips down to replace his hand at the raven-haired man's collarbone. "Oh 'Ro, yesss." The groan of the man under him had Heero grinning against his chest. Heero slipped down further, pushing the fabric of Wu-fei's shirt up over caramel colored nipples and slipping his mouth over one, then the other enjoying how it made his partner whine and squirm. He hadn't thought Wu-fei would be vocal, but once he'd gotten comfortable Heero had been pleased to find him rather vocal. Mostly in Chinese, though he did catch gasps and groans that sounded suspiciously like his name.
This is as far as either of them dared go up to this point, but when Heero studied his lover's face, he saw only need and affection. Then that hand was back, tugging him down, then pushing his head level with Wu-fei's navel. Heero's eyes darted up to Wu-fei's in surprise and he moaned at the intensity he found there. "Are you-" Heero began before being promptly cut off. "Damn sure, Yuy!" Wu-fei practically snarled before catching himself and softening his tone. "If you want to. I don't, what I mean to say is, if you aren't ready I can- Jesus FUCK Heero!"
While the man under him was trying to give Heero a way out he had reached into the ragged cutoff sweats Wu-fei wore, pulled out his erection, and swallowed him whole. Gods! Heero hadn't known that he'd wanted this so badly until he could taste the salt of Wu-fei's skin and feel the velvet skin beneath his tongue move over the engorged flesh beneath. He moaned around the length and Wufei threw a hand over his mouth to muffle its echo.
He pulled back, running his tongue around the glans and flicking it acros-s the slit to taste him before swallowing him down and groaning as he roughly fisted his own erection. He was smaller than Duo had been and Heero had no trouble taking him in fully, even being out of practice. Heero could feel Wu-fei tensing beneath him, trembling with the effort it took not to buck up into his mouth. Heero knew the other man wouldn't last much longer. If he was honest, neither would he. It occurred to Heero that this was likely the first time he'd ever been given a blow job and he moaned again at the thought of being the first one to touch Wu-fei this way.
The hand around his cock was moving with practiced ease as his other hand moved to cup at Wu-fei's balls, feeling them tense and wrinkle against his callused palms. By now Wu-fei was thrusting up into his mouth and murmuring curses against the hand still over his mouth. Suddenly the hand in his hair tugged him up and nearly off as Wu-fei struggled to get out a warning of "Fuck! Close , 'Ro." Heero's eyes snapped up to meet lust clouded obsidian and held Wu-fei's gaze as he swallowed him down, twisting his head slightly and curling his tongue around the shaft.
Heero moaned around Wu-fei as the base of his cock pulsed in his mouth. He pulled back slightly, hand flying over his own erection, desperate for release. Eyes still locked in place, Heero didn't think he'd ever forget the look of startled horror and pure pleasure in Wu-fei's eyes as he came with a strangled yell into Heero's mouth. Heero swallowed around him and sat back on his heels in time to finish with a low moan deep in his chest. Spent, Heero let his hand slip down to rest on his thigh as he sank back into the mattress, legs still spread. He didn't think he had ever come so hard in his life and it took several moments for him to regain his bearings.
Wu-fei was kissing him roughly the minute he sat up, mumbling between kisses about that being the most erotic display he'd ever seen. Beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Then he was gone from the bed, but returned with a couple damp flannels before Heero could sit up. He ran the warm wet cloth over Heero's already soft cock, through dark curls, and across his abdomen and legs. Heero took it and wiped at his hand while Wu-fei cleaned himself up.
"Up." Wu-fei said simply, motioning for Heero to leave the bed. Heero obeyed without hesitation and Wu-fei threw the sheet they'd been on top of to the floor, tossing the messy flannels on top and kicking it to the side. Heero crawled back into bed, resting on just the bottom sheet while Wu-fei grabbed a duvet and pulled it over them both.
Settled in bed again, Wu-fei turned to him and spoke. "Heero, that was incredible." He sounded so amazed that Heero chuckled and brought him in for a gentle kiss. They held each other's gaze for a long moment, until Wu-fei's eyes were forced shut by a wide yawn. "Looks like we're both worn out, 'Fei." Heero said softly before hunkering down in the blanket and pressing himself to his lover.
As much as he wanted to stay awake and enjoy the moment, Heero couldn't keep his eyes open. He'd been up with nightmares most of the night and after that shattering orgasm, he was exhausted. "Love you." He felt more than heard the words against his hair. He wanted to reach up and kiss him, tell him how much he meant to Heero now, Make love with him. But his body wouldn't cooperate and he ended up slurring "Love you, too." into Wu-fei's chest as he fell asleep.
