(holds up sign: 'WARNING! Slash ahead! So don't say I didn't warn you!')
I am so terribly sorry for the long delay. Thanksgiving, final exams, being extremely sick, and now Christmas bullshit as kept me quite tied up. I've given up all efforts to make my work suitable for f f . net,thus the warning, and yes that means this chapter includes a very graphic bit of sex.
Also, for the entire 3x4 scene from the end of the last chapter, it's posted on my archive. Since deciding I was fed up with censoring my work on here, I created a Yahoo!Group called DVG's Archive. All my fanfiction, uncensored, and fanart is on there. So anybody with a Yahoo! Account who wants to join would make me very happy!
H t t p / g r o u p s . y a h o o . c o m / g r o u p / d v g s a r c h i v e
Without the spaces of course.
So, on with the fic.
Enjoy!
So far, the first few hours of 'humanity' weren't treating Heero very nicely.
His body was still rejecting many things out of his system, the burning pain exquisite to him after so many years of feeling nothing. But pain was pain, and DAMN did it hurt like hell.
Wufei had left him to try to wrap his mind around the concept of humanity wile he went out to update Catherine and Irea and to check on his partners.
Honestly, ever since the fateful encounter with Duo, Quatre, and Trowa, and the whole fiasco with Wufei...Heero had found that his newfound 'conscience' had secretly been hoping something like this would happen.
As much as he would have liked to deny such blasphemous thoughts (though it wouldn't exactly be considered blasphemous now, would it?), he had grown quite attached to his Chinese friend and his braided lover. The thought that he wanted to be part of their lives without secrecy and how he wanted what they had, that deep emotional connection that he had seen them overcome many difficult obstacles with...
It all seemed too good to be true. It really did. He was a pureblooded vampire, he had killed many, ruthlessly, in the years he had walked during the nighttime. Hell, he had been the one who plotted Wufei's demise initially, before killing Zechs and Treize himself. He didn't deserve any of this.
Heero snapped back to reality as warm hands touched his clammy face. "Gods, Heero, you feel like ice!" Wufei hissed, his golden features dulled with concern.
"Considering half my blood content is in that bucket next to you, it doesn't surprise me," the Japanese man muttered darkly, unable to suppress the shivers the racked his body.
"Well, technically, it's not -your- blood any more, we're going to have to match your original blood type eventually to put down in our medical records. Your blood count isn't below the limit to need a transfusion done, it's going to take a lot of sleep and -real- food to bring you up to snuff, as Duo likes to call it," Wufei smiled faintly, then turned his gaze around the room. "Your body temperature on the other hand, is having difficulty reaching normal levels...I couldn't find any more blankets in the apartment."
Heero's tired eyes widened, as Wufei resolutely kicked his shoes off and climbed into his side of bed, pulling his shaking form up flush up against his heat-radiating body.
It was common knowledge when it came to hypothermic suffers that raw human body heat would warm them up faster than any electric blankets, or and medical technique. Irea had suggested it to make Heero's recovery faster, but now that he was here...guilt squirmed in his insides. Laying here so close with Heero when he should be preparing to go out and save Duo from Dorothy's clutches.
"Why are you doing this, Wufei?" Heero asked, as if reading his mind.
"Because we need you...I need you," he replied softly into his unruly brown hair, his hoarse voice pained. "I'm not good at this alone thing anymore. Nobody knows me better than you and..."
"Don't think about him right now," Heero said, turning over so that they faced each other. "It's still daylight outside. There's time for that later. You won't be any help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."
So close. Their noses were almost touching. Heero wasn't feeling so cold anymore.
Wufei couldn't pull his eyes away from the intense Prussian depths in front of him, the objections of his torn mind going unheard. This was wrong, this was -so- wrong...but right now, his body didn't care what his mind was thinking.
Their lips hovered hesitantly, mere centimeters apart, their warm breath ghosting across each other's faces. Everything wrong about that moment hung between their heavy gazes, but one blink and they were kissing desperately.
Months of dreaming and hoping and now getting what he wanted fueled Heero's flare of emotions, the foreign sensations intoxicating as his cold blood turned to lava in his veins. The ache of loneliness and fear that things might not ever be the same if they didn't succeed against Dorothy vanished in smoke from Wufei's burdened heart as he gave in to a temptation that should scream betrayal, but didn't.
Heero's fingers wove themselves in the Chinese man's loose raven locks as they pressed tightly together, Wufei's hands traveling up his sweat-soaked green tank top and feeling like they were scorching his skin with every touch.
Though not one to be submissive, Heero realized he knew nothing when it came to intimacy like this. He could seduce with the very best of them, but the people he targeted never lived beyond that point. So he gave no resistance when Wufei rolled him over onto his back, his muscular legs moving to straddle him around his hips.
Heero let out an audible gasp and sunk his nails into Wufei's back as his kisses moved down to his throat, stopping at a particularly sensitive spot as he bit down on the soft flesh. He pulled Wufei's shirt off carefully, sensible enough to remember the brace he still had on his left arm, and ran his hands down his muscular chest.
All reason went out the window though when Wufei bore his full weight down, their throbbing erections rubbing together with delicious friction that sent overwhelming shocks of pleasure coursing through Heero. He let out an audible gasp and a moan as Wufei purred nonsense into his ear and nibbled on his lobe.
Spurred on by Heero's response, Wufei made quick work of removing the two layers of jeans that separated their bare, scorching skin and moved his experienced mouth over hardened nipples. Heero thought that this had to be madness as their slick, sweat-glistening bodies seemed to meld into one, and the pure boundless sensitivity of his scorching flesh drove him over the edge.
One of Wufei's hands unconsciously reached over to the nightstand where a well used tube of lubricant sat, and it was only then that he finally hesitated. "Heero," he whispered roughly, his abused voice husky with lust that sent shivers down his would-be lover's spine. "This might hurt a bit. Are you sure you want to go all the way after everything tonight?"
Heero narrowed his hazy Prussian eyes dangerously at the mere suggestion of stopping and only responded by grabbing Wufei's face and pulling him back down into a fierce kiss. Without another word, Wufei shifted so that he could wrap Heero's legs around his waist into a more suitable position and the interrupted passion exploded in full force through them again in anticipation.
Wufei stroked Heero's hardness with one hand to distract him from the discomfort, while with the other he teased his puckered entrance with cool, wet fingers. Slowly, he penetrated Heero, stretching and preparing him for what was to come.
Heero inhaled sharply as Wufei entered him in patient gentleness until he was full in to the hilt, during which he continued to massage his twitching cock in the same slow motion. The intake of breath turned into moans from them both as the pace quickened, abandoning all forms of self-control and yielding to the tumultuous engulfment of emotions that could not be understood.
They came at the same time, Wufei inside Heero, and Heero all over Wufei's washboard abdomen. The air was heavy with sweat, body heat, and a satisfied silence as Wufei carefully withdrew and stretched out next to Heero. Without bothering to clean up, Heero wrapped his arms protectively around Wufei and they fell asleep.
Pure, unadulterated, lemony smut. Yum.
I promise I'll update sooner next time. Not so much bullshit in Real Life (which sucks right about now) to keep me away from my computer.
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