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"Sleepless"Written By: Nizuno Mikomi Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I’m just borrowing them for my nefarious purposes, bwahahahaha. They shall be returned intact…and very very happy. *wicked hentai grin* Rating: NC-17 Warnings: some sap, some fluff, OOC, yaoi, shounen-ai,
lemon in later parts Pairings: 1x2x1 & 3x4 (established), 2+/x5 Summary: Sequel to Sleepless. Notes: OK, bring on the citrusy goodness! ^.^ Tread cautiously, people, this is my first EVER lemon, het or otherwise, and it’s looking like a 1x2x5. *nervous sweat* Oh dear….help. O.o;;; Luckily, I’ve done plenty of…er…research. (And by research I mean I’ve read every 1x2x1, 1x5x1, 2x5x2 and 1x2x5 lemon I can get my hands on, hehe.) Witching Hour Part 2 *The next morning* 5:30 AM. Snow dusted the ground outside the safe house, partially obscuring the grass and turning the trees to silver-white sculptures. Icicles hung from the gutters and gleamed in the shy predawn light. The night sky was beginning to show the barest hint of frosted lavender in the east. Luckily for the residents of the safe house, the heating system was in perfect working order and there were plenty of blankets and bedfellows to go around. At precisely 5:37 AM, Wufei awoke to the sensation of someone nibbling on his neck. For a moment he thought he was still asleep and having a rather nice dream. Then Duo shifted behind him, pressing their bodies together from knees to shoulders…and Wufei was pretty sure that wasn’t a pistol poking into his lower back. Duo sighed in his sleep and nuzzled the other boy’s ear. “Mm, ‘Fei….” he murmured. Wufei sweatdropped and tried his best to squirm away, but the only thing his struggles accomplished was for Duo to tighten his grip and nibble at Wufei’s throat more insistently. The Chinese pilot twisted and pried at the other boy’s arms, but they refused to budge. Duo muttered something incoherent and bit down a little harder. Against his will, Wufei’s body arched and he drew in his breath sharply. “Ah…D-Duo…stop it…WAKE UP!” The loud cry finally woke the braided boy, who yawned hugely, then went right back to snuggling his bedmate. “Mmph, morning.” “Get OFF me!” Wufei hissed. Duo ignored him and instead held him closer. “Why?” he said simply. “Because I do not appreciate being groped first thing in the morning!” “Sorry, I’ll wait till mid-afternoon next time.” “I’m warning you…” “Oh relax, Wufei. I’m not groping you, I’m cuddling. This is cuddling.” He demonstrated, nuzzling Wufei’s dark hair and hugging him. “If I was gonna grope you, I’d be forward about it. Like this.” One hand slid downwards…no, he wouldn’t…eep! OK, apparently he would. Wufei bit back a moan as Duo squeezed him gently through his pajamas. The room suddenly seemed to heat a few degrees, despite the frigid weather outside. “D-Duo…what are you….” “Seducing you, duh!” There was a grin in Duo’s voice and then that mouth descended on his neck again, licking, nibbling, kissing along his jaw line, down his jugular to the pulse point, which was throbbing wildly. Duo allowed himself a triumphant smirk as he heard Wufei’s breathing become erratic and hitched. He bit down just slightly and began to rub his fingertips slowly back and forth over the rapidly reacting flesh beneath his palm. “S-Stop…aaaah…we…we can’t…oh!” Another smirk. The Chinese boy, who Duo knew for a fact was a virgin thanks to their heart-to-heart conversations several months earlier, was rapidly losing coherency. “Shhhhhh, ‘Fei,” he whispered, his breath brushing over the other boy’s ear, producing a very satisfactory shiver. “Just relax and let me…that’s right…just feel…” Wufei struggled to make his synapses fire in a pattern that made some sort of sense, but the little buggers didn’t seem to want to cooperate. ‘This is not right!…ah! oh god that felt good…no, FOCUS! You shouldn’t be letting him…yes that’s it right there…do this to you, he…mmmmm…has a boyfriend! WHAT ABOUT YUY?!’ That was enough to jolt his brain from the Duo-induced pleasure-filled haze suffusing his senses and he yanked at the hand that was still slowly stroking him through his pajamas. “Duo, STOP IT!” The caressing fingers left him abruptly and Wufei tumbled out of bed, landing rather uncomfortably on the floor. He glared up at Duo, panting slightly. Duo propped his chin in his hand and looked irritatingly smug. “What’s the matter, Fei?” he drawled, his voice lower and huskier than usual. “Too much for you?” “Idiot!” Wufei spat. “You hentai sonuvabitch! How dare you put your hands on me!” Duo yawned and looked generally unimpressed. “What about Heero? Have you no honor? No loyalty? Don’t you think this will hurt him?!” “No,” was the simple reply. Wufei’s jaw went south to visit his belly button. ‘No…you can’t possibly be that cold…not you…’ “Heero already knows,” Duo continued, nonchalantly examining his fingernails, ignoring the shocked goggle Wufei was sending in his direction. “He…WHAT?!” “He already knows, must you make me repeat myself? We’ve discussed you…at length, I might add.” The comment was capped off by a wink. Wufei cranked his jaw back into its proper place and managed a good quality glower. “Do I even WANT to know what you mean by ‘discussed,’ Maxwell?” Duo sighed. “So we’re back to the formal address are we? Have it your way.” “Answer me.” “Oh come off it, Wufei. Surely you know how hot you are.” Furious blinking from the pilot of Shenlong. “WHAT?!” “Is that the word of the day or something? You can’t tell me you don’t know that you’re attractive. With that hair…you really should wear it down more often…and those gorgeous eyes, and that spirit, and that BODY…god, do you KNOW how hard it’s been for me to sleep next to you and not put my hands all over you?” “And your restraint has just recently failed you?” Wufei said icily. “That and Heero agrees with me that you should join us.” Death glares from Pilot 05. “Something tells me you don’t mean that the same way Quatre and Trowa did.” Big smiles from Duo. Wufei’s hand slid on the hardwood floor and he fell over. “You can’t be serious…” Duo leered at him, quirking an eyebrow and crooking one finger in an unmistakable come-hither gesture. “Get that cute ass back in this bed and find out.” “I will do no such thing!” Wufei sat straight up on the floor and crossed his arms defiantly, the very picture of indignation. “And you’d do well to put these silly notions out of your…what are you doing?” Duo had suddenly shifted onto his belly, nose hidden behind the disheveled bedcovers, his rump sticking up into the air and wiggling slightly. The violet eyes had acquired a manic gleam. He looked for all the world like a cat about to-… POUNCE! Wufei found himself pinned to the floor with 120 pounds of madly giggling Shinigami on top of him. He swore for five whole minutes in various languages, including several dead tongues that were rarely heard outside of the scholarly halls and then never in such crude context. Suffice it to say, he was not happy. Duo sat there, holding Wufei’s arms down with a knee on the inside of each elbow, and giggled himself to tears. This only served to infuriate the Chinese boy further, prompting a variety of insults to Duo’s heritage, intelligence, masculinity, and sexual behavior. When Wufei finally ran out of breath and languages to fire epithets in, Duo afforded him a brief round of applause. “Bra-VO!” he said, bringing his hands together in a polite golf clap. “Boy, you sure are long-winded when you’re pissed, ‘Fei!” “Don’t fucking call me that!” “But you’re so CUTE when you’re angry!” “Let me up and I’ll carve that word into your back with an ice pick.” “Well in that case, you can lie there on the nice cold floor until breakfast, Mr. Grumpypants.” “Much as I hate to steal someone else’s catch phrase, I’m going to-…mmph!” The rest of his threat was cut off suddenly as Duo leaned down and sealed their mouths together, slipping his tongue in for good measure. Wufei drew in his breath sharply through his nose and his stomach muscles clenched. The braided boy proceeded to kiss him quite thoroughly, licking at his mouth like a kitten lapping up cream. ‘Oh gods…’ “Mmmm,” Duo murmured as he broke the kiss, leaving his victim scrambling to collect his wits. “Yummy.” Wufei panted and squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to escape. “Duo…please…” he breathed, disgusted at how shaky his voice was, silently damning his teenage hormones. “Please what?” Duo purred, shifting so that he lay full length over the supine boy. “Please stop? Or…” He trailed off suggestively and ran his tongue over Wufei’s lower lip, eliciting a soft breathy sound that was almost a moan. “I…” An exploratory nip to the base of his jaw made the Chinese boy arch upwards, then whimper softly as the nibble turned into a prolonged caress. “Oo, you like that, huh ‘Fei.” Duo silently added another tally to his side of the imaginary board before proceeding to ravish the sensitive area with lips and teeth and tongue. He smirked inwardly as Wufei began to writhe beneath him, hips rocking upward, back arching. ‘Note to self: neck is very very very sensitive. Be sure to exploit to the fullest extent of ability.’ Wufei, for his part, was completely lost in the sensual world the other boy was creating for him. His hands clawed at the floor helplessly as his body waged war against his resolve. ‘no no NO! we can’t…it’s not right…oh gods so good…please… no don’t…stop…don’t stop…please…’ Abruptly, Duo ceased torturing his neck. “Sensitive, ‘Fei?” came the rumbling purr in his ear. “Mm, just a bit. *nibble* Married or not, I’ll bet you’ve never even been touched before, have you.” He punctuated his words with little flicks of his tongue against the earlobe, which made Wufei want to moan. Had the Chinese boy been sane at that moment, he would have admitted it was the god’s honest truth. At thirteen, neither he nor Meiran was interested in sex or children, though the elders decreed they should be married. They had shared a bed, certainly, but nothing more; the marriage was never consummated. Besides, they had hardly been more than children themselves. There was plenty of time later for making babies to please their parents. Unfortunately, that hourglass had broken and the sands of their future time together tainted with her life’s blood. Of course, sanity had taken a vacation somewhere in Sicily at the moment, so Wufei’s best attempt at a coherent answer was a shaky, “Uhhh…” Duo smirked in Most Disturbing Manner. “You’re so cute when you’re incoherent, ‘Fei,” he said, running a finger just inside the waistband of Wufei’s pajama pants. “Let’s see if I can’t make you squirm some more…would you like that, precious?” Wufei could barely think, let alone refuse as his trousers were ever-so-slowly pulled down to his knees and Duo’s sure hand wrapped around his length. “AH!” At this skin to skin contact, Wufei’s dark eyes flew open wide, his head fell back, and his hips came off the floor, seeking more. ‘More…god, please…more…yes yes yes…oh gods, DUO…’ A rather pleasant burning sensation began to pool in his belly, working it’s way through his veins like a kiss of fire until his entire body was throbbing, all centering on that gentle hand, stroking and squeezing slowly…too slowly…gods, why wouldn’t he go faster! He tried to communicate his needs by thrusting upwards, a pitiful moan escaping his throat. Duo chuckled. “Yeah, that’s good, isn’t it.” Breathlessly. “Uh-huh…” That devilishly smirking mouth descended on his throat again, driving his poor beleaguered nerve endings to new heights of frenzy. “Want more?” “Mmmh!” More evil chuckling. “I’d call that a big yes…” ~ oOo ~ I’m obviously not a very experienced lemon writer
and I’m trying to avoid the more graphic terms although my muse
is NOT A LOT OF HELP in that department. *blushes furiously* Brief note on pajamas: Wufei sleeps in pj pants, no shirt. Whether the pants have little Natakus on them is not known. Duo’s most likely a t-shirt and boxers kinda guy…although I wouldn’t put it past him to sleep nekkid. =^.^= As for Heero…well, my sources tell me when he and Duo get time alone, his clothes don’t stay on long enough to be recognized so your guess is as good as mine. ^^; OK, this is the part where you review and tell me what a horrible nasty evil person I am for leaving you hanging. Nyeh heh heh heh heh…
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