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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 3 To say that Wufei was confused would be a gross understatement. One moment he was flat on his back, struggling against his fellow pilot’s attempts to seduce him, and the next he was arching wantonly into Duo’s touch, little moans escaping his throat at every stroke. Of course, the inflammatory things Duo was whispering to him every couple of seconds weren’t exactly helping. “Oh yeah, that’s it ‘Fei…just let go…feels good, doesn’t it…yeah…god, you’re beautiful…” “Ahhh…” Wufei’s eyes rolled and he whimpered softly, pressing his fingertips into the floor so hard they turned white. The braided pilot’s mouth was mapping out his torso now, moving steadily downwards. Wufei wasn’t entirely sure what he was up to, but the educated guesses that came to mind gave him goosebumps. He made a feeble noise of protest when Duo’s hand left him. “Oi, ‘Fei,” Duo purred against his belly, “are you worried about waking Kit-Quat(1) and Trowa?” Wufei mentally kicked himself in the ass and managed a few coherent sentences. “N-Not particularly…they’ll probably be up soon anyway, why?” “Good.” Oh dear. There was that smirk again. “Then you won’t mind if I make…you…scream.” “What are yo-…OH GOD!” Wufei threw his head back with a cry as Duo’s glib mouth engulfed him, straight to the root. === Down the hall, Trowa growled and pulled a pillow over his head. “Looks like the plan worked,” Quatre muttered, glancing at the clock with slightly bloodshot eyes. “Damnit, he’s noisier than Duo!” Trowa complained. Quatre grunted articulately in response, before digging two sets of earplugs out of the nightstand. “One of these days, I’m going to invent portable soundproofing for whatever room Duo stays in.” “They’ve already got that, love. It’s called a straitjacket and heavy duty duct tape.” “Mm, don’t tempt me.” === Duo pulled away for a second and grinned widely. “Well, if they weren’t up before, they sure as hell are now!” he quipped before returning to the task at hand…er, mouth. Wufei drew in his breath and moaned as the braided boy began to suck him off rhythmically, tongue swirling all over the sensitive flesh, teasing, tasting. Strong calloused hands held his hips down so that he could not buck into that warm wet cavern the way his body instinctively tried to. Instead, he settled for staring at the ceiling, panting and whimpering like a bitch in heat. He knew he should be disgusted with himself, but it felt so GOOD, he just couldn’t bring himself to make Duo stop. ‘No not ever…ohhh GODS…don’t let him stop…don’t ever stop…’ “Mm…Duo…oh please…you’re…” “Mm?” was the muffled reply. “GAH!” Wufei’s throat went dry and his eyes crossed.(2) The oddly pleasant burning sensation began to tighten in his belly again. He gasped and dug his nails into the floorboards. Duo’s violet eyes smoldered at him from between his outstretched legs. ‘That’s it ‘Fei,’ the American encouraged silently. ‘That’s it…come for me, baby.’ “D-Duo…I can’t…oh god…I’m going to…ah ah ah ah AH!” Every muscle in the Chinese boy’s body locked up and his hips jerked once, twice before he spent himself into Duo’s waiting mouth. Duo swallowed eagerly and licked him clean, then crawled up next to the exhausted boy and kissed him gently. “There now,” he teased. “That wasn’t so horrible now was it.” “Mmnh…” was all Wufei could manage as he struggled to get his breath back. Chuckling, Duo knelt and scooped his friend into his arms, then rose to his feet. “There IS more, you know,” he said informatively. “But I think we’d better move off the floor for any further…undertakings.” He cackled at his own joke. Wufei just blinked at him and it looked like even that took an effort. “Awww, did I wear you out, baby?” A tiny sleepy nod. “Nnn…” “OK, OK, I’ll give you a break. But only because you look positively adorable when you’re tired.” Wufei tried his level best to melt the braided head with a death glare, but he was plumb tuckered out and a good quality death glare was asking too much of his depleted energy reserves. Movement, obviously, was out of the question and he was grateful when Duo laid him down on the slightly disheveled bed and tucked him in. The sheets were blessedly cool and soft against his fevered skin. “There now, snug as a bug in a rug,” the American quipped, smoothing the rumpled black hair tenderly. “You just chill here for a bit, Wufei. I’ll go get us some breakfast.” “Mm…” was the murmured response from a suddenly-very-sleepy Wufei. Duo smiled and allowed himself a mental pat on the back before heading out the door to obtain the promised breakfast. “Lessee,” he said out loud to himself as he pattered down the hall, “Wuffie usually has cereal and fruit…hm, wonder if he’d be up to an omelette…oh, hi Trowa!…after all, wouldn’t kill him to-…wait a minute, that’s not a Happy Trowa face.” Indeed, the tall clown was standing, arms crossed, in the doorway to his and Quatre’s room (the one with the smiling yellow duckie door decoration that said “03 & 04’s Room”), scowling quite belligerently. Duo sweatdropped. “Eh heh heh heh…why are you up so early?” The glare intensified to near-nuclear levels. Duo resisted the urge to seek cover before he burst into flame. ‘Eep! If looks could kill…!’ “Duo.” Trowa’s voice was low and level. “Heero has taught me a great number of things, including the word I’m about to use.” His eyes narrowed. “Baaaakaaaaa,” he drawled. Duo sweatdropped again. “Why Trowa-kun, I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about…” “Don’t even try it, Maxwell, you never could sing in the Key of Stupid. The next time you feel the need to seduce Wufei and in the process make enough noise to wake the dead on Neptune, never mind Quatre and me, I suggest you go jump in a lake.” With that, he turned on his heel and almost-stomped back into the room, not-quite-slamming the door behind him. Despite his restrained actions, the message was clear: Keep it the fuck down or not even Quatre will be able to keep me from strangling you. Duo’s eye twitched once. “Yeesh. Tou-CHY.” And he made his way down to the kitchen. === *45 minutes later* “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Duo chirped, poking at the pilot-shaped lump in the bedclothes. “Breakfast is served.” “Mrrrr…” said the lump. “Come on, Wu,” he said, placing the loaded tray on the bedside table. “I made this just for you and my feelings are gonna be hurt something awful if you don’t at least try it.” The bedcovers stirred and a still-pretty-sleepy-looking Wufei emerged, knuckling the sleep from one eye in a manner Duo found positively adorable. “Awwww…he so sleepy!” He couldn’t resist giggling and reaching out to rumple the already messy dark hair. Instead of feeling the smooth silk beneath his fingertips, he found his wrist seized in a grip of iron. ‘Uh-oh…that’s not a happy look either.’(3) Restored to maximum capability by his brief nap, Wufei’s Full Power Death Glare ™ threatened to melt Duo’s head right off his shoulders. “You will explain yourself, Maxwell,” he growled, his voice silky and dangerous, “and you will do it in a one hell of a hurry before I decide it would be more fun to break every bone in your body starting with this one.” He bore down on Duo’s wrist, which was rather painful. “OK, OK, uncle!” Duo hissed, snatching his hand back and cradling the poor abused limb against his chest. “Geez, Wufei, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t enjoy that.” “Enjoy it?!” Wufei cried, incredulous. “You forced yourself on me!” “I did not!” Duo refuted. “I merely convinced you. I didn’t tie you down or restrain you. If you had REALLY wanted me to stop, you could’ve escaped or beaten me to a bloody Duo pulp at any time…but you didn’t.” Wufei opened his mouth, but no words came out, some of the righteous anger he had managed to work up dissipating in the face of this truth. “…” “Yeah, ‘…’” Duo said almost snappishly, turning to dish up the eggs. “I didn’t do anything you didn’t allow me to, Chang, so don’t even try that bullshit with me.” He added a few strips of bacon and poured a glass of orange juice. “Besides, you know you liked it.” Wufei’s eyes narrowed. “I’d like to know what gave you that impression.” Duo grinned at the Chinese boy over his shoulder. “The screaming orgasm gives it away every time, sweetness. Here.” Wufei bristled, but accepted the plate of food, then did a distinct double-take. “Duo, what in the seven hells IS this?!” “Duo Maxwell Special,” the braided pilot winked, giving the victory sign. “Scrambled egg omelette with cheddar cheese, bacon, and green onions, side of ranch dressing, side of bacon or sausage…I gave ya a little of both just in case…pan-fried potatoes, and a glass of orange juice.”(4) Wufei eyed the meal dubiously. “I know it’s not your usual, but hey, you just had your first sexual experience, you can afford to splurge.” Another glare. “Oh just eat it, you big baby. It’s perfectly safe, trust me.” To demonstrate, Duo plunked himself down cross-legged on top of the covers and proceeded to dig in. With another slightly wary look at the food, Wufei picked up his fork. To his surprise, the meal was quite good. He made a mental note to bribe Duo into making him breakfast once in a while. This was easily on par with Trowa’s blueberry pancakes. When both plates were clean and the dishes stacked back on the tray, Duo turned to Wufei, his expression serious, and gathered the dark-haired boy into his arms. “Look, about before,” he began, a bit awkwardly, “I…I’m sorry if I scared you or anything. I didn’t mean to.” Wufei laid his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I know you didn’t. And it’s like you said before, you didn’t do anything I didn’t allow you to.” He blushed a lovely shade of cherry red.(5) “And I must admit, it…felt good.” He started suddenly and stared at Duo. “I just realized…you didn’t…er…” He turned a few shades redder. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Duo soothed him, petting the loose black locks affectionately. “I’ll have my turn later.” ‘Nyeh heh heh heh heh,’ went the little bat-winged imp called Shinigami. Wufei’s brow furrowed. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” ‘OO! OO! OO!’ Shinigami hollered, jumping up and down inside Duo’s head. “Well, I did tell you earlier that there was more, ‘Fei,” Duo told him with a look somewhere between a smirk and a leer. (6) “Do you want to find out?” To his surprise and delight, Wufei tackled him to the bed, caramel lips seeking his. Duo returned the kiss enthusiastically, running eager hands all over the slender boy. “Well,” he quipped when at last they came up for air, “I’d call that a big yes.” ~ oOo ~ (Sounds familiar, ne? Lucky for you, this cliffhanger is a HELLUVA lot less evil than the last one, ne? ^.^) Footnotes: (1) - I've seen Duo call Quatre 'Kitty Quat' in more than one fic, which I think is positively adorable. I wanted to come up with something slightly new for WH. I don't think I quite succeeded, but hey, Duo thinks Quatre's sweet so maybe he'd give him a nickname after a candy bar? . . . . . I'm not even convincing myself here. -.-;;; (2) - *snickers* Can't you just see that? ^.^ *giggles* (3) - If you think Trowa was pissed, just wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet! (4) - This is what gets my brother out of bed on Saturday mornings. He loves my cooking and this (and pancakes) is my specialty. Scramble two eggs in a bowl, add cheese, bacon bits, and onions to taste. Cook in frying pan, fold in half in pan and top with more cheese if desired. Serve to ravenous sibling. And trust me, Ranch dressing on a bacon-cheddar-&-green-onion omelette is quite nummy. ^^ (5) - Pun DEFINITELY intended. *smirk* (6) - Mikomi: So, is it a lirk or a smeer? OK, that does it for Part Three and still no sign of Heero! -.- Yuy, you’re overdue and if you don’t get back here within two chapters, you get no nookie. Please R&R. ^.^ |
