Duo and Wufei were drinking.

Duo blinked rather dumbly at his glass of rum and Coke, trying to remember exactly why they were drinking. Were they... celebrating something? Nah... That wasn't right. Maybe it was a drinking contest...?

"Hey, Wu-man," he slurred, looking up from his contemplation of his drink, "who'sh winnin'? I ferget..."

Wufei blinked owlishly, then tipped his head back and downed the rest of his drink. He reached for the bottle of rum, pouring some oh-so-carefully into his glass. He glanced around for the Coke, but when he couldn't seem to locate it, he shrugged and took a drink of straight rum.

"Dunno," he replied at last. "I stopped paying attention an hour ago." Unlike Duo, his voice hardly slurred at all. Only the slight unsteadiness in his movements and the sheen of his onyx eyes betrayed his drunken state.

"Oh," Duo said. "Well, mebbe we kin call it a draw, eh?" He frowned slightly and crawled around the coffee table towards Wufei, almost bashing his face when he lurched unsteadily. As it was, had Wufei not caught him by the shoulders, he would've kissed the floor. Hard.

"Whoopsh, my bad." Duo peered up at him. "Hey, Wu-man?"

Wufei gulped down more of his rum, not even flinching at the cheap alcohol's burn. "What?"

"Anyone ev'r tell you... *hic*... that yer one helluva looker?" Duo smirked, his blue-violet eyes overbright, and rested his head on Wufei's knee.

Wufei blinked. He set his glass down, very carefully, as if afraid of spilling it, though it was nearly empty. Finally, he looked down at Duo. "What?"

"You're a hottie. A babe. A gorgeous hunk. Didn't nobody e'er tell ya that b'fore?"

"No..." Wufei swallowed hard. "I think you've had enough to drink, Maxwell..." He's babbling he doesn't mean it he's only teasing...

Duo attempted to shake his head, but only succeeded in rubbing his cheek against Wufei's knee. "Naw, ish not th' drink, man. I mean it." He sat up a bit unsteadily and leaned in close, his lips brushing the other boy's ear. "I want you," he whispered.

Wufei shivered violently. "Maxwell, you are drunk. That's just the rum talking... Or possibly the vodka..." He's just drunk don't listen to him don't even think about it it would be wrong...

"I may be kinda sloshed," Duo purred, "but I still know what I want. What I've been wanting for a long time." His tongue flicked out to trace the edge of the Chinese boy's ear.

Wufei gasped, stiffening in more ways than one. No it would be dishonorable we're both stinking drunk he doesn't realize what he's doing but GODS that feels so good... "Duo, stop it," he managed to growl.

Duo had begun kissing along his jawline. "Why?"

Wufei's alcohol-fuzzed brain struggled to come up with a good answer. "Because you should," he offered weakly.

"Why?" Duo asked again, kissing down the side of his neck, tongue occassionally questing forth to lap at his golden skin. "You want it as much as me..."

Wufei found himself unable to reply. I shouldn't... I shouldn't... I should push him away... I should tell him to stop...

But instead, he found himself raising his hands to Duo's hair, fingers working to break the hairband and untangle the heavy braid.

Duo raised up, putting them nose to nose, and then he kissed him, long and slow and deep.

Nataku help me I can't do it... I don't want him to stop... Wufei returned the kiss, fingers still playing in the other boy's hair. He moaned into Duo's mouth as Duo's hands began to roam tantalizingly up and down his chest.

Duo broke the kiss. "You wanna be on top?" he whispered, heavy-lidded eyes dark with lust.

Wufei nodded, very slowly. His voice didn't seem to want to work just now.

Duo rose with surprising steadiness. He held out a hand to Wufei. "Let's take this... someplace more comfortable." The heat of promise in his eyes inspired Wufei to stand up, take the offered hand, and allow Duo to lead him to the darkened hall and the bedroom beyond.

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End part one.