Disclaimer: I
don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: 2x5x2
Category: Romance,
AU
Warnings: Yaoi,
lemon
Spoilers: None
Notes: It isn’t always about being top
or bottom…
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“Hey! First card of the year.”
Duo dumped the shopping bags on the kitchen floor and picked up the
envelope on the counter. He opened it, ripping
out a brightly-coloured card; some excess glitter relinquished its hold and
fell in a light scattering at his feet.
He read the greeting inside the card, a half-smile on his face, then stared at the front again. Two polar bear cubs nestling at the foot of a
snow-laden pine tree, the rest of the forest in the background. He turned the card around slowly, as if
there’d be more sense to the bears if they were hanging upside down from the
branch of that very same pine tree. The
half-smile widened.
Wufei came into the apartment after him, closing the
door carefully and depositing the car keys on the allotted hook. His bags joined the rest of their supplies
and he rifled through the remainder of the post on the kitchen counter. He opened one or two envelopes of his
own. His face tightened. He might have been wondering whether suspending
the four-paged credit card bill from a similar, crisply illustrated tree would
have the same effect. He sighed. “What’s that?”
Duo grinned. “Christmas card to us – from Relena.” He waved it in front of Wufei’s face,
scattering some more glitter on the floor.
He didn’t like the way the bear cubs’ eyes seemed to follow him, no
matter what angle he held the card. He’d
never thought of himself as wishing ill to animals, but such a visual assault by
huge, soulful eyes and artfully ruffled fur, combined with the familiar loopy
handwriting of their friend and the faint aroma of her most cloying perfume –
well, it was enough to make anyone tense up, wasn’t it?
“To us?” Wufei’s eyes narrowed.
Duo raised an eyebrow and lifted the card in a mock toast. “To us!”
“No,” Wufei grimaced, and his reading glasses shifted
on his nose. “Don’t be such a fool. I meant that card – was it really sent to
both of us?”
Duo paused for a moment, admiring the shallow frown
across the
He looked instead inside the card, feigning
concentration. “To you at Christmas, it says.”
He saw Wufei’s mouth open again and forestalled the response. “No, it doesn’t say To Duo and Wufei at Christmas, but there’s not enough room across
the border. She’s crammed in all these
sketches of hearts and Christmas baubles and Santa hats, too. And of course, her writing’s not the most
discreet at the best of times.”
He pursed his lips; it seemed that nothing was more
important to him at that moment than Relena’s artistic jottings. Wufei watched the way that the skin crinkled
at the sides of his mouth. Duo’s mouth
was generous. Duo’s mouth was
fascinating.
Wufei coughed. “It would say To Wufei and Duo, you mean.”
“Huh?” Duo
looked up, bemused. He saw Wufei’s
gentle glare; he could hear the tone that he knew signalled Wufei’s hackles rising. He knew it of old. Mentally, he rubbed his hands together. If he’d known where his hackles were meant to
be, they’d have shivered deliciously with the anticipation.
“No, you’re wrong,” he said, breezily. “It’d say To
Duo and Wufei. Put the kettle on,
will you? Then I’ll unpack the food.”
Wufei didn’t move from his position beside him. He placed a hand rather too carefully on the
counter, fingers splayed, pressing it to the cool surface. As if he were trying
not to clench it into a fist. “To Wufei and Duo.“
“Uh-huh.” Duo
shook his head, emphatically. His finger
traced a couple of letters on the faux marble top. He could see Wufei’s eyes following the
movement, almost reluctantly. “Duo first. Alphabetic,
you see?”
Wufei growled in the back of his throat. The sound ran quickly through Duo’s nerves
and caused a shiver in his groin that had nothing to do with the seasonal
weather. Duo knew a couple of times when
that sound was heard; one was in the dead of night when he, Duo, was a little
too enthusiastic with his second finger.
Just before Wufei would cry out and arch his back; just before he’d
reach for Duo with a plea that was dangerously close to a demand, and a grip
that could raise bruises.
The other time, of course, was when he, Wufei, wanted
to dismember someone.
Duo gripped the card a little more tightly but not
before Wufei had also reached out and grasped the edge of it. They stared at each other, eyes on a
level. Neither of them let go. Neither of them seemed to have sole
possession.
Wufei glared.
“Alphabetic? Not if you use Chang
and Maxwell.”
Duo tutted. “I think not. I’m Duo – that’s how everyone knows me. Two easy syllables.”
“Like Wufei.”
They’d leaned towards each other, maybe without
realising. Wufei brushed against one of
the shopping bags on the floor, and a jar of instant mocha coffee rolled out at
his feet. He tugged at the card again,
and some more glitter drifted down around the opened bag. His eyes never left Duo’s. There was a glint in Duo’s eyes that he knew
well; it meant that the man was at his most intransigent; at his most mischievous.
Wufei knew that Duo’s mischievous look meant trouble. He’d seen that look, glinting in darkness,
like that of a prowling wild animal.
He’d seen that look, full of naked hunger, making him feel like an early
supper. He’d seen it just before he was
tempted into uncontrollable laughter; he’d seen it promise – and deliver - hours
of unimaginable and immeasurable pleasure.
His body shuddered, involuntarily.
A hell of a lot of his actions were
involuntary, nowadays.
Duo was frowning now.
“Wufei sounds like a name for
one of those bear cubs.”
Wufei snapped back.
“Better than Duo. That sounds like one of Santa’s elves.”
“If you believed in Santa.”
Wufei nodded. “Which I don’t, of
course not. It’s a fable, it’s a
pagan one too, and I’m too old for such nonsense –“
Duo tilted his head thoughtfully, and gazed up as if
he sought an answer to life itself from the kitchen walls. His throat stretched,
the tendons strong in his long neck. “Wufei
and Duo,” he mused aloud. “Wufei and Duo. Hmmm. Of course, they
do say, ‘age before beauty’.”
Wufei tore his gaze away from Duo’s throat and he snarled. There was no other word for the guttural
sound that emerged. “No. I believe that they say ‘cast pearls before
swine’.”
Duo’s mouth twitched.
He had an additional finger on the crease of the card and he was
reassured of extra purchase. “Then they are sadly deluded. The phrase is ‘dust before the broom’, surely.” He tugged.
Wufei placed his foot nearer to Duo’s, unconsciously
balancing himself as if for attack. His
hand tightened and he tugged back in his direction. The card creased in protest
along one corner. Duo’s body jerked gently and the end of his braid licked at
his hip, brushing between them.
Wufei sighed. “You’re
perverting this, Duo. This
– discussion.”
Duo raised an eyebrow.
He licked his lips and Wufei felt the muscles clench in his thigh. His feet wanted to move again. They wanted to move much nearer his
companion. They wanted to be bare, and
tucked possessively around Duo’s ankles, supporting his own body as he crouched
above the other man, lying supine underneath him …
“This – discussion,
you say?”
Wufei glared back.
They were inches from each other, clutching at nothing more than a
rectangular piece of card. Glitter
sparkled on their palms. Maybe they both
knew how ludicrous they looked. Duo
stared into the other man’s black pupils, feeling a familiar catching of his
breath. A strand of Wufei’s hair had
escaped its tie at the nape of his neck and teased against his cheek. Duo looked at the silken curl; imagined the
feel of it on his belly, trailing slowly and smoothly across his nude, hot skin,
down towards his spread thighs…
His flesh felt uncomfortable in his clothing, despite
his low-waisted jeans and loose tee shirt.
When he looked up from the errant lock of hair, he saw
that Wufei’s cheeks were flushed. There
was the flicker of some strong emotion in his eyes, a slim tongue of flame in
his irises.
“Discussion. Yes, Duo.
You are losing the point, so you use distraction. I am not –“
“ – easily
distracted?” murmured Duo. His free hand
rested on the counter beside Wufei’s.
His thumb brushed at the hairs on the other man’s skin. They sprang up at
his touch like reeds under a sudden breeze.
“No. I’m
not. You should learn to choose your
battles.”
“They also say that possession is nine tenths of the
law,“ sighed Duo, his eyes following the path of his
thumb, watching it stroke along the pale-blue veins on the back of Wufei’s
hand. He ran it aimlessly along the
dark-skinned forearm, up towards the elbow.
Wufei had on a short sleeved polo shirt; his bare skin goose-bumped underneath
the caress. Duo wanted to lick gently at
the million little bumps. At all of them.
He never relaxed the grip of his other hand, clamped
to the Christmas card.
Wufei’s feet stayed firm, but his torso twisted almost
imperceptibly towards Duo. Duo’s thumb
brushed smoothly up into the crevice of his elbow and from there up towards his
shoulder. It slipped casually under the
hem of the sleeve, nudging at the protected skin there, at the threads of hair
in his armpit.
Wufei felt Duo tug impatiently at the card again. His own grip remained secure. A hiss of satisfaction escaped his moistened
lips.
“He who hurries, cannot walk with dignity,” he said. His gaze challenged Duo.
Duo grimaced.
The twitch was still at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know why you’re being so dogmatic,”
he murmured. “One might say it was the
sign of an insecure man.” The flesh of
Wufei’s inner arm felt soft to his touch, though the other man’s fingers were
fisted tightly around his side of the Christmas card. Duo knew how strong Wufei’s arms were; Duo had
stretched under his fearsome grip as many times as he could ask for. He leant very gently in towards the shadowed
hollow of Wufei’s collarbone. He knew
the taste of it; he very much liked
the taste of it.
“It’s just that things should be right,” replied
Wufei. He felt far too warm. His palm was sticky on the counter and he
lifted his free hand away, letting it fall to his side.
“You mean, that you should be
first?”
“This is nothing to do with first, Duo. With best. With seme,
uke …”
Duo’s eyebrows raised
again. He reached his own free hand to
Wufei’s glasses and lifted them gently off the patrician nose. He snapped them shut and placed them down on
the counter. He stepped around the
shopping bags until his feet were touching Wufei’s. One of his legs nudged in between Wufei’s
thighs. They were now very close
together, their boots making ridges in the shallow trails of glitter on the
kitchen floor. Duo relaxed his leg on one
side; it had the effect of nudging his body against Wufei’s groin.
“Is that what you’re worried about, Wufei? Who’s the top?” Duo dipped his head and blew deliberately
along the tight skin running from Wufei’s throat to his chest. His voice vibrated against the flesh, his
breath warmed the convulsive swallowing that followed. “Top, bottom. Just words. It’s you who uses those enigmatic Chinese
sayings.”
Wufei gave a soft laugh. “You mean like, the first will get the
credit, even if the second is better?” He
shifted his leg suddenly, and then it was his
knee that nudged at the inside of Duo’s thigh, his hipbone that grazed at Duo’s groin. His hand moved at the same time, sliding
against Duo’s waist, slipping swiftly up under the loose hem of the tee shirt
to touch bare, warm skin.
Duo sucked in a breath, more like a gasp. “Now that’s
some kind of a distraction …”
Wufei found and teased a small, hard nub of
nipple. His fingers were hot;
greedy. The edge of the kitchen counter
was awkward against his hip, and he bit back a curse as a package in one of the
discarded shopping bags stabbed his ankle.
He tried to nudge Duo out of the room; they should take this to a more
comfortable place. The thought of more
comfortable places and the taking of Duo suffused his mind with sudden, erotic
excitement.
Duo twisted in Wufei’s grip and his back slammed up
against the kitchen door. His foot
kicked at a can of speciality soup that had rolled out on to the floor and it
rocked up against the base of the cooker. His hand came up to the dark hair at the nape
of Wufei’s neck and grasped itself a handful.
Wufei’s head wrenched back a little; held itself taut against his
grip. Their eyes were inches away; they
glared.
Duo felt as if he would drown in the darkness of
Wufei’s eyes – in the desire he saw there.
He’d drown, and it would be hot and thrilling and shocking. He’d not call for help.
“What about the card?
About the greeting?”
“To hell with it …” hissed Wufei. He ran his fingers down Duo’s nearest
rib. The faint sheen of sweat made the
progress almost slick. He reached to
Duo’s waist again, to manoeuvre the man out of the kitchen and into the
hall. The muscles on Duo’s belly
clenched away from his touch as if he were nervous. Wufei knew that would never be the case – but
he liked the effect a hell of a lot.
Duo grunted. He
let himself be moved through the doorway; he felt the spring of carpet under
his feet again. He leaned forward, his
mouth touching the bottom of Wufei’s jaw, tight with determination. “No longer a problem? Where’s your staying power?”
“I’m saving it for other pursuits,” Wufei whispered hoarsely
against Duo’s ear. He backed the long-haired man towards the lounge, kicked the
door open in front of them. The
furniture seemed a long way away, and his patience seemed shorter than
ever. He wondered when exactly he’d
started to think about stripping Duo and making out on the couch; he couldn’t
remember if it was when they’d finished the shopping and Duo had leant over
into the trolley to pack the bags; or when Duo had searched deep in the ass pocket
of his jeans to find the parking ticket; or when Duo had opened the bag of
doughnuts in the car and dipped a finger in to pick up the excess sugar….
He took as deep a breath as his contracting lungs
would allow. “He who fights and runs
away, Duo... I don’t care about Relena’s
Christmas greetings, however they’re phrased.”
Duo sighed, exaggeratedly. Wufei’s cheeks were brushed with the colour
of the jam in those doughnuts he’d eaten.
He thought it was just as delicious.
“So you’re unmoved by those cute bear cubs …”
“I’m like stone.”
Wufei turned his head away from Duo’s lips and bit none too gently at
the other man’s ear lobe. Duo hissed in
a breath.
“And such frivolous glitter …”
“Irritating.” Wufei nudged his knee between Duo’s legs, and
at last they were stumbling up against the arm of the couch. He ran his mouth from Duo’s ear and down to
his neck. “Drop the card, Duo.”
Duo’s head went back, his Adam’s apple throbbing under
the barest touch of Wufei’s lips. “Good
strategy, Chang. You negotiate
well. I …” He moaned as teeth nipped at the
skin. “But … the early bird catches
the worm, they say …”
Wufei shook his head impatiently. The taste of Duo’s skin was lingering in his
mouth; Duo’s shallow breaths were an echo of ecstasy in his ears. He slipped long, well-practised fingers in
under the waistband of Duo’s jeans, and felt the other man’s hand tighten
suddenly in his hair.
The two men released their grip on the Christmas card
at almost the same moment. It fell to
the carpet, damp with sweaty fingerprints and sadly bare of almost all its
sparkle.
Neither of them gave it a second glance.
Duo smiled to himself as Wufei pulled his tee shirt up
and over his head, then with both hands free, pressed him back down on to the
cushions. Wufei’s body followed, though
careful not to crush him. So strong, thought Duo. Yet so mindful of me.
The smile, though private, grew deeper.
Wufei’s kiss was slow but irresistible. Duo opened his mouth to take in his tongue,
his arms already wrapped round the other man’s back, lifting the polo shirt,
peeling it up and off over Wufei’s shoulders so that bare flesh could touch other
bare, heated flesh. Duo’s nerves shivered
at the contact; the desire seeped through pores and skin. The caress was both familiar and exhilarating;
as always. He sighed aloud.
“So … how should I sign our card back to her?”
“Huh?” Wufei
had a mouthful of Duo’s nipple, sucking the skin, pressing his teeth lightly
against the stiff, roughened tip.
“Happy Christmas from Duo and Wufei?”
Wufei grunted in response. He flipped the button of Duo’s jeans, nudging
down the pliant zip. His warm, ridged
fingertips dived down inside, the wrist twisting and a palm
cupping against Duo’s groin.
Duo gasped. “Or from Wufei and Duo?”
Wufei shook his head, impatiently, his hair brushing
against Duo’s belly. He shifted on the
couch so that he was further down, his head at Duo’s waist. He growled.
“Sign it from the damned bear cubs for all I care.”
Duo started to chuckle. Wufei’s tongue was licking into his navel and
his pelvis arched up instinctively from the seat. Wufei was wild and often uncontrollable when
he was aroused. But his attention to
pleasing Duo was always very reliable.
Wufei felt the pulse of the hot, engorged flesh inside
Duo’s jeans. Duo was wriggling them down
off his hips. The swelling inside his
boxers was begging to be freed; it was hard and damp, the tip of it just
emerging from the waistband of his underwear, a pearl of moisture nudging at Wufei’s
chin. Duo hissed through gritted teeth
and pushed both jeans and boxers to below his knees.
Wufei shifted again on the couch, moving his body down
Duo’s, trailing his tongue down over the tight belly, licking at the line of
soft hairs that ran down to his groin.
He was pursuing the aforementioned swelling with enthusiasm. He knew the taste of it, intimately; it was
better than instant mocha coffee; better than speciality soup; better than Christmas.
Duo groaned underneath him,
as his mouth reached the wrinkling balls.
He slipped his tongue under one of them, and Duo’s cock bobbed
reflexively against his nose. Duo’s
arousal was hot and also enthusiastic. But
then, it always was.
Wufei could hear the hammering of his heartbeat in every
single vein.
Duo’s voice was soft, and still mischievous. “It’s not for you to tell me what to do. To say how we both should be.” His hand rested briefly on the top of Wufei’s
head, as if to guide. Not to control.
Wufei laughed aloud.
“But I agree! We’re not like
that; we don’t have that. We don’t have
one who is dominant …”
Duo’s fingers suddenly gripped more tightly as the
other man’s tongue began to lick in slow, deep strokes up and down his cock. “Or one who is submissive …”
“There’s no one master …” whispered Wufei. He lifted his head and slipped his mouth down
over the tip.
Duo moaned. “Or
servant …”
It sounded as if they’d had this debate many times
before. And enjoyed
it, too. One of the pair
suspected that this was all part of their foreplay; all part of the frisson;
the passion. The other one knew damned
well that was the case.
“Just us … Duo and Wufei,”
gasped Duo. He was moving almost against
his will, thrusting up into Wufei’s mouth, seeking the touch, seeking the
satisfaction. His climax would be fast
and full, as it often was first time around.
But then he’d rest momentarily, kick the damned clothes off completely, and
roll Wufei on to his back in return.
He’d spend some fruitful time on his
aching, over-sensitive body, and be ready all too soon for further joy …
His final cry was loud when he came, and his body
shuddered against the sagging cushions.
Wufei gripped his thighs, savouring the feel of his flesh, trapped and
throbbing inside his mouth. The seed on
his tongue was hot and tasty. Duo was
still moaning; he always sounded delighted – almost surprised, as if he’d had
no idea such play would lead to this!
Wufei found it the most incredibly erotic thing he
could imagine.
His jaw ached a little; his own cock was straining
inside his jeans. He thought he could
see some stray glitter sparkling on Duo’s bared torso. His ears rang with the groans from both of
them.
Just
us … Duo and Wufei.
“Or Wufei and Duo,” he mumbled.
Duo lay back, exhausted, collapsed, consumed. But he still laughed,
making his body shake and his softening cock slip slyly out from between Wufei’s
lips. “You’re the provocative one, Chang.
Why the hell do they always say it’s me?”
Wufei shrugged slightly. There was a stray, sticky drop on his lips;
he licked it into his mouth, relishing the aftertaste. He knelt up beside the couch, moving forwards
so that he could look at Duo’s flushed face.
He was happy to be quiet – just to gasp and moan and softly cry out, hoping
there was the promise of more – and soon.
But Duo could talk all the time for all he cared; as, in fact, he
usually did. After all, Wufei reasoned, if he was talking,
he was there – and Wufei wanted nothing else.
“Who
says it’s you?”
Duo reached a hand across, slipping it round Wufei’s neck
and scratching gently at the sensitive flesh there. He felt Wufei’s back arch and a hiss of
anticipation escape the man’s lips.
He grinned with pleasure. “The mysterious they, I guess.”
Wufei’s voice was tight in his throat, amusement
warring with feral need. “We’ll send them the Christmas card, shall we?”
Duo tugged him down against his exposed body, mouth
offered up for more kissing, fingers reaching for buttons and zips and the
search for nakedness and fun. “Sure. From us both. Whatever way it’s written.”
Wufei let himself be rolled round on the couch and laid on his back, his pants pulled down, his body unwrapped
with rich indulgence. Duo parted his
legs and began the tortuously slow process of licking down his inner
thighs. Every new touch made him shiver;
every finger’s pressure on his hips made his cock leap and beg.
“Maybe you can include a little glitter in our greetings,” he murmured, not entirely sure
why he said it. It may have been the
glimmer in Duo’s hair; the sparkle on his left shoulder blade. These things
were tantalising in an odd kind of way. Or
it may have been the temporary insanity that always seemed to accompany the glorious
adventure of fucking with Duo.
Duo chuckled in reply, and his warm breath nudged
Wufei’s balls to one side. The room was
hot, the air thick with desire and delight.
In the kitchen, the can of speciality soup nudged at a
bag of frozen peas, forgotten and defrosting slowly on the floor.
Everything there was cool and silent, resting
underneath a small frosting of Christmas card glitter.
End