"Meditations on the Colour Blue"

Written By: Waterliliylf

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being made here.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Sap, angst, fluff

Pairings: Wufei/Zechs get together. Background 1x2, 3x4

Summary: When Wufei takes a sabbatical to finish his new book, his aim to write loses focus due to noisy neighbours...but is that such a bad thing when one of them happens to be a handsome prince?

"Meditations on the Colour Blue"

Chapter 7:

Surveying the contents of his wardrobe, Wufei realised he had absolutely no idea what to wear.

It was utterly ridiculous. He'd never given a moment's thought to what he wore when he went out with Trowa. Agonising over clothing choices was something women did.

It should have been simple; it wasn't even as if he had a lot to choose from. The clothes he'd brought were him were mainly casual and comfortable, suitable for writing and working out, and a few more formal items.

He could wear his dark dress trousers, but then what if Zechs turned up in jeans? Or if he dressed down and then they went to a five star restaurant? Zechs was undoubtedly the sort of person who frequented such places, but he might decide to take Wufei somewhere less formal for their first date. Or he might have chosen the most expensive, exclusive restaurant in the south of Spain.

Damnation.

For the first time in his entire life, he understood why Sally's policy with first dates was always to find out first where she was being brought, so she could dress accordingly. Sensible woman.

Damnation. This was insane. It was only dinner. Dinner with the most handsome man he'd ever seen in his life, who happened to be his boyfriend.

He didn't have time to go shopping, wouldn't know where to go or what to buy if he did. He'd just decided on black jeans with a smart shirt as an acceptable compromise when the 'phone rang.

'Zechs.' Wufei found himself smiling idiotically into the mouthpiece. 'Hello!'

'Hello, yourself. Did you have a good day?'

'It was great. I'm seriously thinking of running away to sea.'

'As a cabin boy on Peacemillion?' Zechs teased. 'Why not? But not until after dinner, please.'

'All right. How was your day?' It was, Wufei decided, an oddly intimate little conversation. It was nice.

'Not nearly so much fun as yours. I spent two hours trying to convince my new clients that I can't just uproot fully grown, century-old Red Oaks from Sanc and transplant them in Southern Spain.'

Wufei laughed. 'I definitely had more fun than you, in that case.'

'I'm glad. I was just calling about this evening. I know I said I'd pick you up at seven, but I may be a little late. It should take me about two hours to drive home. I'm going to hit all the rush hour traffic.'

The Chinese man looked at his watch. It was coming up to half past five, and he knew Zechs had left home before eight in the morning.

'Would you prefer to cancel for tonight then? You'll probably be exhausted.'

'Nonsense. I've been looking forward to seeing you all day.' He paused. 'Or, if you'd prefer to leave it, of course that's fine.

'I don't want to!' Wufei said quickly. 'I was just thinking that you've had a long day, and perhaps you'd prefer a quiet evening.'

'I'd prefer to spend the evening with you,' Zechs told him, the smile in his voice very apparent. 'Since we've established conclusively that we both actually want to spend time together, I was thinking we could drive into Marbella. There are some excellent restaurants.'

'But you've been driving all day,' Wufei argued. 'We could just walk down to the marina and eat there. Or even have something at home, if you'd rather not go out anywhere.'

'Hmm. That is rather tempting,' the blond admitted.

'I can cook something, if you want to come over here. Or we could order a takeaway.'

'No, I'll pick something up on my way home. But Wufei, I asked you out. It's hardly much of a date if you just come next door. I wanted to take you somewhere nice.'

'Really?' the other man teased. 'I thought we'd agreed to take things slowly. I hadn't realised sex was an option for tonight.'

'Wufei! I didn't mean anything like that!' Zechs started to laugh, sounding just a little bit shocked and very amused.

'Put it down to too much time spent in Duo's company. But it sounded like a Freudian slip to me.'

'A wholly innocent comment, misinterpreted by my boyfriend's filthy mind. I'm surprised at you!'

'Surprised in a good way?' Wufei asked coyly. He didn't think he'd ever done anything coyly in his life, but flirting like this was so much fun. He'd never thought of his mind as anything other than disciplined and ordered, certainly not filthy, but Zechs seemed to like the idea of it. And he'd said my boyfriend, and he found himself liking that description.

'A very good way, yes. Now, we were making arrangements for tonight, I believe.'

'I thought we'd finished with that. You get some food on your way back here, and call me when you're home.'

'You're bossy, aren't you?'

'When I want to be.' Wufei grinned. 'It comes with the profession, I'm afraid. I'm a very strict disciplinarian with my students.'

'Are you now? That sounds intriguing. Are you quite sure you're happy with that, though? I'd wanted us to do something more special than just eat at home. I don't want you to think we have to stay in, because I might be tired, if you'd really rather go out.'

'All I want is to spend some time with you,' Wufei said firmly, trying to decide if all this indecisiveness was endearing or annoying. Probably the former, since Zechs was obviously trying to please him. It was just a little irritating, though, that he wouldn't just accept that he meant what he said. 'Stop trying to second-guess me. I'm the one who suggested staying in in the first place. I wouldn't have done that if it wasn't what I wanted to do.'

'All right, all right. Hmmm, let's see. There's a full moon tonight. I know! How about you come over to my house at half eight? That should give me enough time to get everything set up.'

'Set up what?'

'It's a surprise. Wait and see.'

A surprise!

How old was the man; six? Surprises were for little children, not grown men.

They ended the conversation with that last comment, which left Wufei wondering dreamily what the surprise might be, while he tried to edit the latest chapter of his book. What did the full moon have to do with anything? Surely the man wasn't a werewolf? Trowa was a devotee of horror films and books; Wufei had no time for such nonsense but he knew that werewolves transformed at the full moon.

Oh, now, that was ridiculous, but no more ridiculous than what he'd just written.

He'd added Prince of Sanque to the list of the Chinese Emperor's titles, and described all imperial coronations as having taken place at the full moon.

Obviously, it was no use trying to work in this state of mind. Perhaps the moon was affecting him?

Seven o'clock was far too early, really, to start getting ready, but he decided to have a bath in place of his usual quick, efficient shower. It took almost fifteen minutes to fill the huge bathtub and he filled in the time by adding some of Quatre's scented toiletries to the steaming water, making a note of the products he'd used so he could replace them.

Trowa would laugh at him, lounging in a bubble bath like a girl and mentally running over the conversation he'd had with Zechs. He'd made him laugh a couple of times, and that felt surprisingly good. He'd never thought of himself as a particularly witty person, but he'd joked on the 'phone, and with Duo, come to think of it. Although it was hard to be serious in Duo's company.

He'd never thought he could spend a full hour bathing. It crossed his mind, climbing out and reaching for a towel, that it would be pleasant to share a bath with Zechs one day. Another thing he'd never done.

He dressed in a dark pair of jeans, and a shirt that Meiran had sent him for Christmas. He'd never worn it before; deeming the dark red silk as far too frivolous for a serious-minded person like him, but he'd packed it on a whim. It was the sort of thing that might be suitable in a foreign country, where nobody knew him. Looking at his image in the mirror, he almost considered taking his hair down as well. That would be much though. No point in going overboard.

Anyway, going on past experience, Zechs would try to loosen it as soon as they met, and he liked the feel of the other man's fingertips stroking the back of his neck, and running through his hair.

Right. That was everything. Or was it? His eyes drifted toward the top drawer of the small bedside table. Yes, they'd agreed to wait, but they were both adults. It might be practical to be prepared, just in case. Should he? Or would that be too forward? Probably. Anyway, Zechs was the sort of person to provide for any eventuality.

When Wufei walked up the drive, Zechs was standing by his front door , looking quite impossibly handsome, with that white-blond cascade falling loose over his shoulders. Oh, Lord, he wasn't drooling, was he?

'Nice to see you too,' Zechs observed. 'You look wonderful. Red suits you, you know.' He flicked one finger against Wufei's burning cheeks. 'I love the way you blush. Now, come on.'

'Oh!' Wufei's lips parted in a wide gasp as they walked on to the terrace. Zechs had placed strung coloured glass lanterns on every available surface, and strung more from the trees leading down to the sea. 'It's so strange. I never imagine things, and earlier today I was imagining I was a pirate, and now it's like I've just walked into a story.'

'A good story?'

'A romance. Very definitely. With a castle and a prince. A very handsome prince,' he added. For all that he'd teased Wufei earlier for blushing, Zechs looked just a little discomfited by that comment.

'And who are you in the story?'

'I'm not sure yet.' Wufei grinned suddenly. 'Perhaps a Chinese pirate?'

'I've heard about those.' Zechs paused for a moment, and Wufei stood gazing at him. He looked - Wufei groped for an appropriate word - other-worldly, with candle flames dancing in his eyes, and turning his hair to bright gold. 'Desperate characters, I believe, hell-bent on pillage and plunder. Should I be worried?'

'Perhaps.' With Zechs standing a step below him, they were almost equal in height. And a little pillaging was suddenly a very attractive option. The kiss was deep and demanding and almost rough, at the start, and then the other man just melted against him.

Zechs sighed slightly as Wufei pulled back, running his tongue across the tall man's lower lip. 'If that's a foretaste of being pillaged, then I think I'm going to like it.' He took Wufei's hand and led him down another flight of steps, pausing at the bottom.

'Can I ask you a favour? Please? I'd like you to close your eyes for a few minutes.'

'Close my eyes? Why?'

'Because I have a surprise for you. It's something I want you to see at exactly the right moment. Please? If you feel at all uncomfortable, of course you can open them.'

'Oh.' Wufei considered the idea. It wasn't, really, something he felt at all comfortable with. But he trusted Zechs, and didn't want to disappoint him.

'You don't have to,' Zechs said uncertainly, tightening his hold on Wufei's fingers. 'Really, it was just a silly idea I had. Forget it.'

'It's fine.' He gave the blond man a resolute smile and shut his eyes. 'I don't have to walk down any more steps, do I?'

'No, we're going into the garden. The ground is a little uneven so we'll go slowly, all right? Just follow me. I won't let you fall.'

Wufei nodded, keeping his eyes firmly shut. He didn't like this, not at all. The ground felt rough under his feet; but he forced himself to concentrate on Zechs' voice, and the other man's arm around his waist.

'All right,' Zechs said finally. 'We're going to sit down now. There's a blanket just at your feet. Yes, that's it.'

'May I look now?'

'Just one minute. Listen first.'

He could hear a faint breeze sighing through trees, and running water close by and the distant surge of the sea. An exploring finger found that they were sitting on some sort of nubby woollen blanket, and then worked up, finding warm skin under the cool linen of Zechs' shirt. They were sitting so closely he could feel the other man's body heat, feel a few strands of hair tickling his cheek.

When Zechs told him he could open his eyes, he did so reluctantly. He opened them to a world composed entirely of shades of black and white, washed with liquid silver from the moon.

'It's called a moon garden,' Zechs told him quietly. 'It's at its best on nights like this. The flowers and water are supposed to reflect the moonlight, without any artificial light. I hoped you'd like it.'

'It's wonderful! How in the world did you think I'd prefer eating in a restaurant to seeing this?'

'Oddly enough, it's what most people would prefer. A little smile drifted around the corners of his mouth. 'Don't say you're not most people. I know that. It's why we're here now. But I would have taken, ahem, brought you here after dinner anyway.'

'I wouldn't be entirely averse to the first option, you know.' Wufei laced the fingers on one hand with Zechs. He was being terribly forward, not at all like his usual self. He was enjoying himself. 'After dinner.'

'Is that so?'

The sleek, dark head nodded.

'Food first, then,' the prince decided, opening the picnic basket and removing a selection of cold meats, cheeses, bread and salad.

'Are all the flowers white?' Wufei asked around a mouthful of cheese.

'Not all, no. Some are pale yellow or pink or blue; they're all pastel colours. I think this is one of my favourite places in the world. I started planning it when I first came to live here; it still needs a little work.'

'Do you only come here when the moon is full?'

'No; it's just when I like it best. Sometimes, I set up lanterns down here or sometimes it's nice to sit in the darkness, and listen to the water and smell the flowers. It's a good place to meditate, or just sit and think.'

'Is meditation on the agenda for tonight, then?'

'Probably not.' Zechs cut him a thick wedge off the loaf, smeared it with paté , and handed it over. 'You're probably much more disciplined than I am, for that sort of thing, but I would find it very difficult to concentrate with you sitting so close to me.'

'It would probably be a good exercise in self control, don't you think?' Wufei took a large bite, closing his eyes to better savour the taste. The bread was delicious; crusty on the outside and soft and doughy inside, contrasting perfectly with the rich, smooth topping. A lesson he'd learned tonight; sometimes sensations were more intense without sight.

'What I think,' the blond glanced up from pouring two glasses of wine, 'is that self control is terribly over-rated sometimes.'

In any other circumstances, Wufei would have thought a statement like that nothing short of blasphemous. These weren't usual circumstances, though. He was in a magical, moonlit garden with a handsome prince. Setting down his glass carefully, he twisted his head back and pressed his mouth over Zechs'. This time, the kiss was rich and warm and redolent of the wine. There was alcohol and desire and joy singing along his nerves, and making his whole body thrum in response .

'Mmm.' There was a little patch of skin on the right side of Zechs' neck, just above the collarbone that was quite extraordinarily sensitive. He attacked it again with little, biting nips and gentle dabs of his tongue and Zechs fell backwards. There had been reasons why they'd agreed to take things slowly. They'd been good ones. They were all just totally irrelevant right now.

He wanted Zechs to make that sound, so deep in his throat, again. Nothing else really mattered.

'I appear to be in your power.' Zechs smiled up at him, apparently quite enjoying the change in their positions. It was rather a heady feeling to be on top, actually, with that beautiful man squirming against him. His jaw and neck, when Wufei pressed his lips to them, were slightly damp and salty. Delicious, when he fastened his lips around skin and suckled.

He worked his way a little further down, fingers working at shirt buttons, and mouth worshipping the newly presented skin.

Trowa had never liked being touched there; Zechs manifestly did, groaning and arching back against Wufei's mouth. And it felt so good, brushing his lips and flicking his tongue against that little piece of rose-pink flesh, and feeling it harden under his attentions. Even a waft of breath made him shudder, and produced a little pimpling of flesh, and stirred the fine, pale hairs on his chest.

'Oh, God.' Zechs' voice was somewhere between a prayer and a curse. 'If you keep doing that, I'm going to embarrass myself very badly.'

'I thought you'd have better staying power,' Wufei remarked, utterly delighted with the effect he was having on the body beneath him. They were still fully clothed, and he'd never been so aroused in his life, and Zechs seemed to be just as bad.

'I think you underestimate your own powers of seduction.'

'Am I seducing you?'

'Very powerfully, yes.' Zechs struggled to sit up, loose shirt falling off his shoulders and all that hair in the most glorious disarray.

'Should I stop?'

'Perhaps.' Wufei's face fell, fingers stilling in the act of stroking that perfect chest. 'Just for one second. I think we need to talk about something.'

'What is it? Did I hurt you?'

'No. Of course you didn't. But we agreed to wait, didn't we?'

Oh, that. Well, they had agreed. At least, Zechs had suggested it, and Wufei had agreed with him. It had made some sort of sense then, to get to know each other before anything happened. He'd even had a fleeting thought of gratitude that Zechs obviously wanted to be with him for more than sex.

'Um. Why was that again?'

'I'm sure… we had reasons.' Zechs' voice was a ragged, tattered travesty of his usual smooth tones. Wufei couldn't help feeling just a little bit smug at that. It was his doing. It possibly wasn't fair to touch him like that when he was trying to have a serious discussion, but it just felt so good to tangle his fingers in that long, pale hair.

'I think they are all soluble in moonlight.' Wufei bent to drop a delicate kiss on the corner of the other man's mouth. 'I can't remember any of them. Can you?'

'No! God, no. But I don't have anything with me. Do you?'

It took a full minute for the meaning of that to sink in. 'Oh! No. I don't either. But …I haven't been with anyone since Trowa. I had a full medical before coming here.'

'I'm clean too, but I don't have any lube.' He smiled ruefully. 'I did think about it, but it seemed far too presumptuous.'

Wufei snorted, mouth twitching with sheer amusement. 'You've brought me to what is possibly the most sensual place on the entire planet. It might have been practical to be prepared for the consequences.'

'You weren't very prepared either, were you? I'd offer to go back to the house, but I don't think my legs would carry me that far.'

Wufei chuckled, snuggling against him. 'You'd have to carry me too. I'm not letting you out of my sight for so long. Do you think we could find something else to do instead? We could always meditate.'

'Meditate on this then,' Zechs growled, and Wufei suddenly found himself flat on his back, with warm, teasing fingers stroking between his legs.

'Oh!' His hips were thrusting up into that touch, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy. There were too many layers of clothing in the way, and Zechs' hand was maddeningly gentle.

'I do like that sound,' Zechs remarked. 'Can I make you do that again? Oh, yes, just like that.'

'Are you planning on doing something about this?' he demanded, rearing forward and pressing into Zechs' hand. 'Or do I have to take matters into my own hands? So to speak.' Oh, God, he couldn't believe he'd actually said that.

'Hmm.' Those blue eyes, the colour of twilight in the near-darkness, gleamed delightedly. 'What a choice. I'd love to watch you pleasure yourself but then I would be failing in my duties as your host.'

'Can't have that,' Wufei muttered dazedly. This was far, far too much for a rather sheltered young man. All of it was too much; the garden and its owner and the things he said, and the things he was currently doing.

Obeying a light tap, Wufei lifted his hips and felt Zechs tug off his jeans and underwear, and nuzzle gently between his legs.

'Oh.' It was a long gasp of rapidly spiralling pleasure. Zechs was so very good at this and he even seemed to be genuinely enjoying it, taking Wufei greedily down his throat as if he couldn't have enough of him and then pulling back and lavishing him with tongue and lips.

'Sorry,' he muttered, mortified. 'I never meant to, you know. I should have warned you.'

'Warned me about what?' Zechs lifted his head slightly. Somewhere along the way, he'd found his own pleasure; Wufei could see a dark stain between his legs. 'That you're utterly intoxicating? Because it's far too late, if so. I'm already addicted.'

'I - no. What? Am I?' Damnation. It was hard to form any sort of coherent sentence with Zechs lying between his legs like that, and his mouth still very pleasurably occupied, and saying things like that to him. It was hard to imagine why he would even want to use speech at a time like this.

'God, yes.' Zechs pressed a trail of butterfly kisses all the way down Wufei's thigh and smiled up at him. 'I'm now officially a Wufei addict. Please don't tell me you you've suddenly stopped respecting me.'

Wufei shook his head, aware that he was probably grinning like a lunatic. He'd come in Zechs' mouth, something that Trowa had never let him do, and Zechs didn't mind in the least. Nor did he apparently mind that Wufei had just lain there and not got around to reciprocating.

And he'd been called intoxicating for the first time ever.

Intoxicating; that was an appropriate word to describe the whole night. The moonlight and the man beside him, and the heady fragrance of hundreds of blossoms, stirred by the breeze. So very many sensations that Wufei was afraid he'd faint. In the back of his mind he took solace knowing Zechs would be there to revive him and he threw himself into the kiss with all the passion he could muster.

 

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Chapter 8

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