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His platinum-blond hair shone in the light of the setting sun, right into his eyes. Slowly he reached out a gloved hand to pull down the plastic shutter, and he stretched his legs and sighed. He still had no idea if this was the right thing to do—and every mile that the plane brought him closer to Trieze made him more restless. Which was perfectly unreasonable, he mused. He had years to compose himself, but still he felt like a prepubescent school-girl at the thought of finally seeing his Colonel again. He'd barely slept, and when he did his dreams were heavily laden with all of the answers to his hundreds of "what-if" questions. His head rested back on the first-class quality pillow, and closed his eyes.

"—landing at approximately six-thirty local time—"

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Trieze, never breaking Wufei's seductive gaze, walked slowly to his sated lover. The Chinese boy smiled as Trieze stepped from the shadows. The man had worn casual dress for the conference call but had obviously changed a yukata—identical to the one wrinkled beneath Wufei's naked body. His lover grinned mischievously and brought his hand to his lips slowly, and began to lick the thick ejaculate from his fingers.

"Took you long enough," he said as his tongue lapped at his own orgasm.

The older man's response was to straddle the chaise lounge, taking Wufei's hand and pulling the younger man into a deep and passionate kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Trieze licked his lips and grinned. "Couldn't wait, my dragon?"

Wufei responded by slipping his hand into the fabric of Trieze's yukata and trailing slowly down. "My darling Colonel, you have no idea," he said before using his other arm to pull Trieze on top of him. Trieze gasped at his shy lover's forwardness, and the gasps became moans as the Chinese boy began to caress his length. His fingers stroked him lazily, purposefully avoiding the head of his cock as he spoke. "Though I understand your current project, I am loathe to be without you for any length of time." He punctuated his words with harder strokes, causing Trieze to cry out in pleasure and quiver. Wufei rewarded him with a few small kisses, and then began again. "I tease you because I need you to know that I am not someone to be played with. I did not give my heart to you easily, and I don't expect it to be treated as such." His pale white hand caressed his lover's face as he spoke, stroking him with his other hand slowly. Trieze smiled, and bent down to kiss his lover deeply. "And here I thought you just enjoyed being a naughty cock-tease to torment my thoughts while I work when I can't have you," Trieze whispered to Wufei. The younger man grinned. "Want to talk about my being a cock-tease," Wufei whispered back as he spread his legs and took Trieze's hand into his, guiding his fingers to his entrance.

"Oh, Wufei…"

Trieze pulled Wufei close, then in one fluid motion they switched positions so that Trieze had his back to the chaise lounge with Wufei above him. The older man kissed the Chinese boy from his lips to his neck, gently nipping and the soft skin under his jaw. The mewling noises went straight to his cock, and it didn't help that Wufei had lubricated his own entrance. His surprise would have to wait then.

Wufei cried out in pleasure as Trieze positioned himself at his entrance, slipping only the head of his cock into his Chinese lover. It was maddening, the want—no, need—to plunge into Wufei completely. The younger man moaned and tilted his head forward, eyes completely glazed over in lust. The sight of him—naked, flushed, sweaty and sporting another full erection—made Trieze almost cum.

"I want you, Trieze."

And then Wufei impaled himself on his lover's thick cock, having seen to his own lubrication for just such a moment.

Trieze nearly screamed, the sensation of being enveloped in Wufei's tightness overloading his senses. "Oh gods, Wufei, my dragon, I love you—"

Wufei's response was to pull his lover into a deep kiss while wriggling his hips, driving Trieze deeper into his body. The older man moaned and gasped loudly, calling out Wufei's name.

"My dragon, my perfect dragon, had we been lovers during the war, you'd have been my complete undoing."

Wufei grinned and began to play with the head of his own cock, smearing precum down the length. It coated his fingers, which he offered to Trieze. His lover accepted them greedily, taking both fingers into his mouth as though he were giving him head. Wufei moaned at the sight, and took back his hand and pressed his lips to Trieze's own.

"So I waited."

Trieze grinned, thinking of all of the assassination attempts that one day ended in love-making.

Wufei gasped seductively, and looked at Trieze. "I can feel you get harder inside of me…and I like it."

That was all Trieze could possibly take. He gripped Wufei's hips and pulled out of his lover, then angled his thrust and pushed as hard as he could. The young Asian above him reached behind his head and pulled at the tiny band that held his obsidian hair back. When he shook his hair free, Trieze pounded harder into him, loving the sight of this beautiful man riding his cock. The beautiful, obscenity spurting man who begged for more, harder, faster. Wufei gripped the edge of the chaise lounge, holding on for merciful life and calling Trieze's name.

The older man suddenly got a wicked idea, and forced himself to slow his push.

Wufei let out a low whine, breathing hard and glaring. "Is something wrong, my love? Because unless the G-Virus is rapidly spreading through your incredibly sexy, very healthy body….I'd like to get back to business."

Trieze only smiled, and kissed his Wufei softly. "I'd like you to stand up, please."

A hurt look marred his face for a moment, but he grudgingly rose from the chaise lounge and Trieze's cock. Though he momentarily felt weak in his legs, he stood and stared at Trieze. The older man too rose from the lounge; he guided Wufei to grip the balcony's edge and hang on.

The Asian boy raised a delicate eyebrow but was far too aroused to argue. He did as he was told, and a moment later was once again filled by Trieze. The older man stood behind Wufei, gripping his lover's legs and at once he was vertical. His legs were held by Trieze and his arms were stretched before him, almost leaving indentations of his grip into the marble.

The exhibitionism of all of this made the both impossibly harder, though the balcony was nearly hidden in the orchard of cherry blossom trees. The heady scent of the flowers combined with everything his lover was giving him made Wufei dizzy. He could feel his orgasm building higher and higher, and he turned to Trieze and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I love you, Khushrenada. With all my heart."

Stars exploded behind the ex-general's eyes as his universe narrowed to include only himself and the man he loved so deeply. Wufei let out the most melodious noises as he came, screaming for Treize as he came again, his seed coating the balcony once again. The feeling of Wufei's muscles clamping around his cock were impossibly divine—he was absolutely certain that if Heaven did exist, it wasn't a fraction of how he felt as he spilled his seed deep into the smaller man..

The sounds of their lovemaking were carried on the breezes, and fell on the deaf ears of the headphone-wearing gardener staff of the estate.

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