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"Caught Between Two Worlds"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Never say die! Never surrender! Pairings: 4x5, 1x3 established Spoilers: Nope! Warnings: AU, paranormal elements, yaoi, romance,
my weird and twisted humor, language, brief violence Rating: I’m thinking…NC-15 Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries and http://honordemandoren.livejournal.com/ Author’s Insane and often Incomprehensible
Rambling: Once again, I can blame this plot bunny on someone! I love
being able to do that. It means nothing is my fault. Emily quite nicely
asked for a story for her birthday. (Hi Emily! Sorry it’s late.)
So here it is. Em, I *still* think you bribed Quatre somehow. And
your story about Milo inspired the plot for this, so the whole thing
really can be blamed on you. *grin* ::ghost talking:: *emphasized* <phone conversation>
" Caught Between Two Worlds" Epilogue
What was surprising to me was to wander into the kitchen and find my sister awake as well. Iria is not usually out of bed, much less dressed, at eight on a Saturday morning. She had the paper spread out in front of her, coffee mug at her elbow. As I crossed the threshold she looked up with a smile. “Good morning.” “Good morning,” I replied. “What are you doing up so early?” “Car shopping,” she caroled with an anticipatory grin. “I finally have enough saved up to get something decent, instead of my little Escort.” “Does that mean I can have it?” Being seventeen and carless was a sucky state of affairs. I’d take anything that got me from point A to point B without breaking down at X and be grateful. “Hm…” she pretended to think for a moment before winking. “I suppose.” “YES!” I bounced around the kitchen, chortling like a maniac. “This is your red letter day,” Iria informed me. She crooked a finger at me, then pointed to something on the front page of the newspaper. Curious, I tilted my head to read it. “Alex Dunhurst,” I read aloud, “former student of Brown’s Martial Arts Center was stripped of his rank earlier this week by his teacher, Dan Brown.” Whoa! My eyes were glued, and I started reading faster. “When asked for the reason, Mr. Brown gave this statement. ‘I have received numerous reports that Dunhurst has been using his skills to hurt other people. What I teach is meant for defense, not for bullies.’ Other Martial Arts teachers in the area are also closing their doors to several of their students displaying overly aggressive behavior, following Mr. Brown’s example.” I shook my head slowly. “Wow. I hadn’t expected that. I mean, I thought Brown knew and just didn’t care.” “Apparently he didn’t know,” Iria observed. “He’s at least trying to set things right now.” Huh. Well, I was happy that happened. Maybe with the public humiliation, something would change for Alex Dunhurst and his friends. I almost felt sorry for those three. Rumor had it they’d been rushed to the emergency room earlier this week…and my boyfriend and three best friends were looking entirely too innocent. I couldn’t prove it, but I had a suspicion that those four had Done Something. I shook myself away from that, storing it up as something to tell Wufei later. I needed to gobble down some breakfast, and then it was definitely time to get to my boyfriend’s house as quickly as possible. “What’s your plans today?” I choked on hearing that question. Fortunately I was facing the fridge when Iria asked it, so she didn’t see my face burst into flames. “Er, I’m going over to Wufei’s.” “Ohh,” she responded in wry understanding. If I tried to allay her assumptions, I was just going to dig a huge grave for myself. I stayed quiet and put all of my focus into taking the milk out, fetching a bowl and spoon, and then getting the Lucky Charms out of the pantry. As I sat everything on the table, she stirred slightly and asked in that same smug, ‘I know what he’s up to’ tone, “You do have condoms and lube, right?” I damn near dropped the milk. “IRIA! What kind of a question is that?!” “One from a med student that happens to be your older sister.” “That doesn’t mean you get to ask questions about my sex life!” “Wanna bet?” Her grin was a little tight. I glared right back at her. No way, no *how* was I talking the birds and the bees with her. “Well I’m certainly not going to answer them.” She rolled her eyes, giving that patented overly-patient sigh she’s perfected to an art form. “Quatre, just tell me that you have researched this and are prepared?” “No,” I shot back sarcastically, “I’d thought I’d just take a stab in the dark and wing it.” Boy did I get a glare for that statement. After a brief battle of wills (glares?) she subsided. “Fine. I trust you to not do anything stupid. Subject dropped.” “Miracles never cease,” I grumbled. I escaped that kitchen the same way a prisoner would take advantage of a break in prison walls. Fortunately, Wufei was only about a block and a half away from me. I ran the whole distance and wasn’t even out of breath once I got there. What irritated me was that the condom and lube in my pocket felt like they were burning a hole, especially after Iria’s little ‘talk’. Grr. Sisters. I was going to knock on Wufei’s front door, but as I crossed the lawn I heard sounds coming from the backyard. Grunts, sharp ‘kyah!” sounds…pretty much what you picture hearing when someone is doing some martial arts training. It was a definitely masculine voice, as well as a very familiar one. I skipped the front door completely and let myself in through the gate. Ooooh yeah. I want somma dat. It was definitely Wufei, in full force and going through some kind of movements of the martial arts variety. He was just in loose pants—hanging rather low on his hips, actually, he has very nice…yum…um, yeah very nice abs. Sweat was pouring off of him. He looked like a model or something. One advertising sex. Damn, but he looks good enough to eat. He closed hand over fist and bowed to some invisible person before straightening and looking straight at me. “Hello Quatre. Just going to stand there?” “I’m enjoying the view,” I answered honestly. He gave me this blank look. After two weeks of being his boyfriend, it’s finally penetrated that Wufei really doesn’t consider himself that good looking. He thinks of himself as ‘passable’. I’m not sure where this hang-up originated from, but I was doing my absolute best to erase it. After a moment, as usual, he shrugged off my sideways compliment and snatched up a towel, drying off quickly. “I thought we might go swimming.” Okay, I admit it. Hormones were given free reign and I did absolutely nothing to check the words coming out of my mouth. “Only on one condition.” “What condition?” Wufei queried, no doubt bracing himself for something weird. He’s learned to recognize when I’m in my more maniacal moods. “We go in our birthdays suits.” His eyes went a little wide and a faint blush stained his cheeks. “…okay.” You’ve never seen two guys ditch their clothing so fast in your life. I hit the pool at mach one…and somewhat instantly regretted it. The water was just a tad cooler than what I had assumed. Wufei dove in right behind me, splashing more water on me. Then he pressed himself against my back, and suddenly the water wasn’t cold enough. Wufei’s hands splayed over my chest and he started nibbling hungrily on my neck. Mmmm…that felt so nice. I tilted my head to give him access and deliberately pressed my hips back into him. The lack of clothing just highlighted how much he liked that movement so I did it again. Wufei bit down more forcefully on my neck, hands traveling down to my hips. I tilted my head back farther to nip at his chin. I was hungry for the taste of him, even pressed so tightly together with only water as a barrier, it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him. Twining a hand around the base of his neck I drew him down to me and kissed him hungrily, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Hands were smoothing, rubbing, exploring every texture and angle. Our mouths slid over each other’s, biting, taking, separating only to connect again a moment later with more hunger. I felt consumed by him, possessed, connected in a way that I’ve never been with another human being. I couldn’t get enough of that feeling, and couldn’t bear the thought of it ending. I couldn’t touch much with my back to him like this and I turned in his arms, the motion made easier by the water’s buoyancy. The hands on my hips helped me turn, then tugged me in sharply. Our groins rubbed against each other, sparking hot pinpricks of pleasure and heat. I was nothing but sensation, all of it fueled to me by Wufei—his hands, his mouth, every place where my skin touched his was a direct conduit of heat and need and passion. I literally could not stop kissing him. My hands were snared firmly in his hair, tangled so that he could never draw back. A hot, molten tightening settled into the pit of my stomach. It felt good, too good, it was starting to hurt. I ground into him more urgently, trying to find some kind of relief. Wufei shifted his hands to my thighs and urge my legs to wrap around his waist, which made everything entirely better. I had more leverage this way and I used it to ruthless advantage. I felt him shuddering, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the slight chill of the water. His breathing (when I let him breathe) was getting much faster, more like pants. Some instinct said that he was probably close to the edge. Like me. I was so focused on him that I almost missed the light brushing of fingertips over my back…trailing lower. Wufei and I have screwed around before—hand jobs, blow jobs, 69 once. We’ve never ventured beyond that, still getting used to each other’s bodies. I knew where those fingers were headed, however, and I wanted it. Intensely. I pried one hand away from his hair and lowered it, silently encouraging him to keep going with that line of thought. The first touch of fingers was butterfly soft. Tingles raced up my spine. Eyes slipping closed my head fell back as I arched into it. It came again, firmer, more confident. A sigh slipped from my throat. “Fei—” One slim finger pressed in, up to a knuckle it felt like. My libido came to a Conclusion once I got used to that pressure. I was *sooo* going to be bottom the first time we made love. If it feels this good with just fingers, I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like with the whole nine yards. Pun intended. Too much. All of it—his scent warm and heavy in my lungs, the taste of his mouth and skin, the feeling of him wrapped around me and thrusting up into me—all of it was too much. The world spun out of control and exploded. Dimly I felt a gasp and moan tear from my mouth as I climaxed hard. The sensation of hot and cold came first. The cool soothing sensation of water playing along my skin, the warm skin of Wufei. Okay eyes, let’s cooperate here. All I’m asking is for you to open. I finally got my nerves sorted enough that they would obey basic commands again and I lifted my head from where it had been resting on Wufei’s shoulder. Somehow, he had found the strength and coordination to move us toward one of the ‘benches’ built into the side of the pool. We really should have moved to the shallow end before jumping each other like that. I can just see the headlines. ‘Two teens drown after jerking each other off in pool’. Or maybe we would be Darwin Nominees… Wufei was still a little blissed out, head resting on the side of the pool. I kissed the side of his neck, which made him smile. “We shouldn’t do stuff like this in the deep end,” I noted. “It is a bad idea,” he admitted with vague discontent. “Shallow end next time.” “Definitely,” I agreed with a smirk. ::Um…I’m sorry to bother you…:: Wufei and I both snapped around. Oh great. A grandmotherly looking ghost was hovering just beside the back deck, looking entirely embarrassed but determined to get our attention and help. My boyfriend took one look at her and whimpered. “Is their timing always this atrocious?” “No,” I growled. “Sometimes its worse.” There was only one way to get rid of a ghost on a mission, and that’s to give them what they want. “Give us a minute,” I told the ghost in as polite a tone as I could muster. “We’ll come help.” ::Thank you, young man.:: She zipped around the house, probably to wait in the relative safety of the front lawn. Wufei followed me out of the pool, snatching towels out of the small pool house and tossing one to me. We quickly dried off, threw on clothes, all the while giving each other these exasperated looks. He blew out an irritated breath, snapping his hair band back into place. “And to think, I used to envy you and Meiran for having this ability.” “Too late to give it back now, Wufei. You’re caught between two worlds, warts and all.” I reached out and snuck a kiss. “Come on, its time to play Lone Ranger.” “What does that make me, Tonto?” I very wisely didn’t touch that. “If we can do this quickly enough, we can always come back and here and pick up where we left off.” He looked only slightly mollified by this promise, and I could hear mutters about ‘creating some kind of barrier’ under his breath as we walked to the front lawn. He’ll get used to it…eventually. I caught his hand, tugging him until he was walking next to me instead of following. At least I didn’t have to do this alone. That to me was worth all the aggravation. ~*~*~*~ OWARI Honor: MUWAHAHAH~! Birthday present finished!
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