Chapter 2: All Under Heaven (Written to various anime themes, mostly RK and FLCL)
The next night, blinking away sleep for the millionth time, Wufei shook his head in annoyance at his current copy of 'Art of War'. I miss reading in Chinesenext time I have to read 'All under Heaven' twenty times in one paragraph I'm going to-
Whatever he was going to do was lost in a soft knock at his door.
"Wu-man? You still up?"
Just what I need to brighten my night. Wufei was surprised to hear his own sarcasm ring true inside his head. Hmph. I guess a little human company wouldn't hurt, and Duo marginally qualifies.
"Come in."
Duo stumbled in blearily, collapsing in a vaguely sitting-like position. "Heya Wu-man. Damn game server's down, figured I pass a little time until it goes back up."
"Ever heard of sleep, Maxwell? It would do you some good" Wufei trailed off.
"Nah, I prefer games to dreams." Duo looked wistfully through gummy eyes.
His voiced dropped to nearly incomprehensible levels. "It's better when" He mumbled the rest into the pillow.
"What?"
"It's betterthey come back." Duo stood suddenly. "I should leave you alone, you've got reading."
"Not so fast, Maxwell! It's better when who come back?" Wufei was genuinely intrigued by this sudden shift in Duo's personality. He HAD been looking a little sleep-deprived lately, but generally in the daylight he was still as bouncy and contrary as ever. Full of lifenot-
Not death.
"No one, Fe-babe, don't worry about it. My server's probably up by now. Get some sleep, you look like you could use it." He wrinkled his nose and smiled a bit. "Like I need to tell you to though! With books like this to fill your time, you should have no trouble dropping off!"
Wufei growled. "These are classics, ben dan, and I'm sure an uneducated European like yourself has no chance of understanding their-umm, their-"
"Yeah, thought so."
"Oh be quiet. Here, takethis one. Try and tell me that isn't truly great writing, and easily capable of keeping a warrior like myself awake."
"It is the nature of the army to stress speed; to take advantage of the enemy's absence; to travel unexpected roads; and to attack when they are not alert. Jesus L., you should come up and play Counterstrike, I pity you if you're trying to stay up on THIS. It reads like a cookbook!"
Wufei snorted contemptuously. "The lessons may be simple, Maxwell, but you still need to learn them."
"Ha! Fei, with a book like that, which you've no doubt read dozens of times, you'll be up to my room to watch me shoot people in no time!"
"You ARE tired, you seem to be hallucinating. I'll come to YOUR room for entertainment when hell freezes over!"
*
"So I lied. Sun Tzu says that the successful general may need to lie at times to win 'All under Heaven'."
"Yeah, well, Sun Tzu is also the reason you have to watch an idiot play a computer game at 6 AM to keep from falling asleep. Although you still haven't explained why you don't want to sleep."
"Hmph. I'll tell when you do, Maxwell."
Duo's attention never shifted from the screen, where his traditional auto-shotgun was replaced with a combat knife. "It's a knife round," The braided boy had informed Wufei as soon as he opened the door. "come fast!"
Efficiently stabbing an enemy who was facing the wrong direction, Duo, laughed. "This game is so easy, the jackasses don't have a chance against me"
"Takes one to know one, jackass."
"HEY! I'd like to see YOU do better!"
"Hmph. I'll have no traffic with such childish games."
"Ah. Afraid then."
"WHAT! Move over!"
I KNEW that would work! Duo obligingly scooted off the chair, ironically presenting it to Wufei as though it were a throne. Which it is, really.
The Chinese boy didn't disappoint, sitting with all the dignity he could muster. Duo couldn't help but giggle.
"Alright, killing people: lesson one. How to move!"
After a few minutes, Wufei was running, ducking, and shooting like a pro. "Cute. Now, get me a real gun, not this worthless inaccurate hunk of junk."
"WHAT!? I'll have you know that's one of the most powerful weapons in the game! Not that you would know, of course." Duo grinned slyly. "I'm sure you'd prefer something more precise, daintier"
"DAINTIER?!" Wufei practically screamed. "You wang be dan! I'll show you dainty!" He scrolled down to 'Machine Guns' and picked the only one on the list. "HERE'S your dainty!"
"Ha! You won't get one kill before someone, probably with an auto-shotgun, takes you down, Wu-fool!"
"Watch and learn." Wufei sprinted forward from his teams base, heavy weapon searching the screen for movement-
"Behind the door," whispered Duo, from behind him.
Wufei spun and cut loose, tracking fire all across the heavy wooden door, cutting down the enemy soldier who was half out of it.
"Hmph. No back-seat shooting, please."
"Hey, ya gotta admit it worked out pretty goodgo look behind the door."
Wufei cautiously and suspiciously slid through the half-open portal, to find-
Two more opponents, who had forgotten that you can shoot THROUGH doors.
"Hey, nice one, Fei-dude!" Duo ruffled Wufei's hair, springing back to avoid retaliation. Wufei, however, wasn't planning any.
Oh, the idea had occurred to him, nearly by reflexthere was something about someone touching his hair that he liked. It wascomforting.
"Hmph."
*
Duo, without his beloved game to play now that Wufei was using it, was having trouble staying awake. He was almost relieved when the Chinese boy bid him good night and walked to the door.
"Right. 'Bye Wu-manunless you want a good-night kiss?" Duo slid up to Wufei and planted a teasing kiss right on a cheek.
Wufei's reaction wassuprising.
Shenlong's pilot grabbed Duo into a tight, nearly harsh embrace, mashing their lips together so hard that they both stumbled backwards towards the bed. Duo was surprised, but not so much that he didn't wrap his long legs around Wufei's waist before they hit the edge of the mattress.
Wufei was breathing hard, panting something about how Duo's kiss had just sent him over the edge, and he couldn't take it any more, and he dragged Duo with him along the bed and up against the wall, where he could press his crotch against the braided boy's and kiss him even harder and deeper.
Duo quickly undid his pants and wriggled them down his thighs, dragging reluctant boxers with them, and pressed his straining erection against Wufei's chest, his shirt lost some time while Duo was dealing with the trousers. Wufei groaned and ravaged Duo's collarbone and neck with teeth and tongue, while reaching behind Duo to grab his ass, Duo screaming his name-
"Maxwell?"
Said Maxwell's eyes popped open. "JESUS H. CHRIST!!"
Wufei was staring at him, a strange look on his face. "Apparently you'll be needing this computeryou were dozing.
"You kept calling my name"
Duo gulped. "Strange! Don't remember a thing about it! Ha!"
Wufei wasn't buying it, but he had reading to do. "Well then, goodnight
"Duo."
He walked out, leaving the braided God of Death sitting, stunned and alone with his erection.
*
Wufei sat quietly on his bed, cross-legged, flipping slowly through his book and not reading a word.
It's weird, how when you're tired and distracted, the words sort ofslip through your mind. You think you've absorbed them, but all you did was SEE them. I can see the shape of the letters, but none of them make words. Or if they do, none of the words are any more than a few letters strong together, they aren't 'army' or 'go' or 'it'.
He sighed. And I know exactly why. Not that I'll admit it to myself. I'm to tired to be forthcoming with ANYONE who might make fun of me at the moment. And I'm high on that list.
Whether or not he would admit it, the lump in his pants wasn't going away. It had been there since the third or fourth time Duo moaned softly from his dream, and Wufei had been forced to wake him when he had called his name, lest he lose the remainder of his composure. And hence need to change.
There's no doubt a perfectly reasonable explanation, maybe I'm more libidinous when I'm tired. Or something. But there's no way that DUO MAXWELL is the reason I've lost control of my own body.
Wufei tossed aside the book and stalked in a tight circle in the center of the room. NothingDO!! Couldn't read, couldn't play that damnable game, which he missed already, and the only other alternative was sleep, which would mean dreams, which would mean waking up crying.
Again.
Only one thing for it, Wufei thought, idly stroking himself and gazing towards the bathroom with lusty eyes. Maybe I'll be able to read thenit's not something anyone should do often, but still, I need the relaxation.
Taking himself firmly in hand, he cleared his mind-
No. He didn't. His mind was to full of images, and not ones that were proper for what he had in mind. He remembered Duo's fingers running through his black, soft hair, his quiet groans of pleasure from the bed, the way he said his name, his REAL name for once-
GODAMMIT!!
Wufei got very little reading OR sleeping done that night.
*
Duo, on the other hand, slept like a baby.
A very horny baby. His dreams picked off where the first had left off, and by the time he woke up the next day he badly needed new boxers, a shower, and a change of sheets.
If only that were all I needed, or my needs were so easily dealt with
(Bleh. Need to go write another one. Need to write an RK fic, while I'm at it. And I NEED MIK-CHAN TO UPDATE!!! PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON'T I'LL CONTINUE TO WRITE CRAPPY GW!!! T00000444555T!!!111 Oh, and thank you Dil for actually reading this shit. It makes me happy. L8r all. Love ya' Koishii.)