Chapter 5: Tear Down the Wall (Written over the course of a month or two to more music than you can POSSIBLY IMAGINE)
(Alright, I've been indulging in juicy 2x4-ness for LONG ENOUGH! MY TIME HAS COME! ANOTHER CHAPTER! W00t!!!11 This is a special one, btw, for everyone who reminded me that I had that other thing I was writing (remember? The 2x5?), and that if it didn't get new chappies soon I would be found spray-painted pink and hung by my nuts in a dark alley. Enjoy, or else me and them will pound you flat. No I don't own any GW. Rub it in why dontcha?)
Wufei did not understand.
He didn't understand the song, or Duo, or the dreams. It was almost enough to make him miss the old dreams, which while sad, were not so confusing. And usually didn't bring with them a stiffness in the morning not cured by most kinds of stretching.
When Wufei was married, he was glad it wasn't by his choice, because he saw relationships as the most complicated things in the universe. They defied definitions, rules, ends, beginnings, and deprived the participants of all sense the vast majority of the time. So his clan had chosen, and chosen well, and he had been happy in knowing that it was his duty to love his wife as it was hers to love him.
They had been happy. Everyone was happy. The path was clear or obstacles or confusion.
Now of course they were all dead, and Wufei didn't know where to go or what to do.
My sole concentration should be this war, my revenge, my duty. But Duo is creeping into my life, muddling everything with his attention and his songs and his godamn body in my dreams.
What am I going to do? Where do I go from here?
*
Duo knew where he wanted to go, and what he wanted to do when he got there. Grin in place, he knocked.
"Hello Duo," Wufei looked distracted. Not really his usual persona, the only person I know more focused than him is Heero
"Heya Wu-man! Sup?"
"You know, English is my second language and I still speak it better than you do. Maybe I could get you a translator"
"Nah, no one else speaks my language."
Wufei sighed and stepped aside, wordlessly inviting Duo in. "Are you merely in need of amusement, or do you have something you need to discuss?"
"You could say that." The braided boy was wearing a smile that quite frankly scared Wufei shitless. What prank am I about to be the butt of now, I wonder?
"What are you planning? Don't think I can't see it in your eyes! Should I go check up on my Gundam, or just go make sure there aren't any empty bottles of laxative lying around?" The last time Duo had used THAT trick he had the misfortune of slipping the relaxant to Heero right before a mission, and while the Perfect Soldier did not allow this to distract him, he was not pleased about his cockpit and pants.
Luckily spandex cleans easy, and Quatre managed to argue Heero out of forcing him to clean off the seat with his tongue, he just had to scrub down the rest of Wing too.
And Duo still said it was worth it.
The joker in question sniggered. "You have to admit, Hee-chan really DOES need tounclench a little. What better for someone that anal retentive?"
I'm praying you aren't going to try something like that on ME, not even Winner could protect you then"
"Oh come ON, Wu-man, I may an idiot, but I'm not a fool!"
"Well then," Asked Wufei, falling bodily on the bed and nastily smacking the back of his head against the wall "What DO you want at this particularly ungodly hour of the morning when all sane people have long since gone to sleep?"
The usually omnipresent grin faded, and Duo chewed on his lower lip nervously. "Gimme a sec, Wu-ster." He began to pace in tight circles, which seriously worried Wufei.
Since when does DUO this nervous, unless a mission or something is involved? Wufei asked himself, automatically correcting the other pilot on his name. Has he-did he catch meLOOKING? Dammit, now I'm nervous!
Duo spun a final time in place, and faced Wufei. "Right. Let's do this."
"Do wh-"
And with that, the braided boy leaned in and softly kissed Wufei's half-open lips.
*
An eternity or so later Duo realized the utter absence of cruel words of rejection or defensive blows and holds on his person. In fact, if anything Wufei seemed to be enjoying himself.
When he finally opened his eyes, he could see that Wufei was still just staring. Deep, almond pools that gave away nothing returned his curious, nervous gaze until he had to blink. Duo stood back up with a little, cut-off laugh. "You win."
"Win what?" Wufei's voice was far to soft for Duo's liking, but didn't seemdangerous. Just quiet.
"Staring contest."
"Is that what that was?" The Chinese boy's tone never changed, and even though he knew that deadpan was the only kind of humor Wufei could handle Duo's forehead beaded with sweat.
Honesty was probably the best route, he decided. "Nope. That was me kissing you. Full on the lips. Because I wanted to, and I liked it, and I'm sorry if you didn't." Duo pasted on a grin and prepared to bite the bullet, fist, or ever-present sword. It was worth it.
He was dissapointed, but only in the sense that no attack was forthcoming. No physical attack I mean. Well, no physical attack that was more focused on hurting him than it was on sending him to a world composed entirely of pleasure.
With a slight bit of trouble regarding nose positioning, Wuefi returned the kiss, making up for lack of experience with the passion he put into the effort. Duo nearly pulled away immediately before he realized that the other boy was NOT trying to kill him, and did have to pull away soon anyway so he could pant like a leopard in heat next to the bed.
Wufei threw his braided friend an amused smirk. "Your turn."
"DAMNcatch myfuckin breath"
"Can't handle it?" The almond pools were smiling, and the rest of the face wasn't far behind.
"I'll show ya how to handle, you sexy sunovabitch!" With that, Duo sent himself flying onto the bed, and Wufei, only to find himself in a simple but effective hold that completely pinned him against the wall. "Oomph?"
"What," Asked the other boy, mouth much closer to Duo's ear than either of them was totally used to, "exactly are we doing?"
Muffled slightly by a wall, the braided pilot replied "Well I WAS gonna handle you"
"Speak English, ben dan, or I suppose Chinese if you know it. Explain right now or you're going to bed. Alone."
Duo was about to give a glib reply about having lived with THAT terrible fate for 18-odd years now, but Wufei's eyes said that wasn't a good idea. "I'm open to suggestions, but as long as I can get back in the mood you smacked me out of, I'll bet you could get me to do just about anything." He waggled as much as himself as possible in the iron grip he was held in and hoped it was seductive.
It was. The black-haired pilot released his comrade and sat back while Duo sorted out his limbs. He spoke before the American could recover enough for another tackle. "You'll have to explain things to me. I am not veryexperienced in theseareas."
He managed to get out "And I will NOT be on the bottom," before he found himself pinned and straddled. "You know," Said Duo, dropping one hand off behind him to work at Wufei's zipper, "I've been wanting to do this forever."
All Wufei could do was grunt. The rest of his concentration was on the feel of warm hands through the thin materiel of his shorts.
"Let's start off slow" Said Duo, sliding himself back down his Chinese mount, on the way releasing his hands and smoothly removing his boxers. Wufei moaned when Duo's ass rubbed past his crotch, and trailed off into an ' as a hand grasped him.
"Maybe later we'll go faster," Was all Wufei heard before there was nothing in his life but warm, wet pleasure.
*
Flowers. Flowers everywhere. Meiran was lying in them, but it wasn't really her, Wufei could see a Meiran-shaped hole in reality, trough which lay an entire future. Life with the clan, being a scholar, the next generation he would father and the warm, hard from exercise body that would spoon against him every night
Then the hole closed, leaving only a body of a young, athletic girl. Wufei screamed, and only woke up when the field burst into flames around him.
*
Reality seemed infinitely better for once, if a tad stiff, sticky, and tangled. Wufei wondered idly if bits of him and/or Duo had joined on a cellular level with the sheets, or each other, or if the bonding sensation was the result of dried-
Ma de dan. What have I done? He examined his position with a more critical eye. Duo was using his chest as a mattress and his own hair as a pillow, and one of Wufei's hands was wrapped around his back. The other held tight to a bed post, which also seemed to be partly entangled with the sheet, which had wrapped itself around most things in the room despite being mostly twisted into a rope.
Luminescent paint dulled by sunlight from the windows, the dull green-gray hands on Wufei's clock pointed to 11:43, which was late even in these mostly sleepless days for him. It was time to move, no matter how attached, physically and emotionally, he was to however many things in the room. He had to get out. Think for a bit.
Carefully and ever-so-slowly he removed himself from Duo and the bed's grasp, and slid from the room, closing the door as softly as humanly possible.
As soon as he was sure Wufei was gone, Duo made a solid attempt to open his eyes. It didn't get very far. It seemed every part of him was jammed and gummy from either sleep or sex. His throat rasped and burned for a drink, where it had been hot with sweet passion last night, his eyes that had closed softly into loving sleep now felt glued shut, and his ass
OwwwI should have planned this better Remembering his romp, though, he smiled. Worth it. Definitely worth it.
Duo slumped out of bed into the cold world and took the first step back towards humanity in general and Wufei in particular.