Duo seated himself on the edge of the bed, the silken curtain of his hair sweeping over one shoulder and his expression coy. "Whatcha waitin' for, Wu-man? Come on in." He smirked and patted the bed beside him.

Wufei swallowed, hesitating in the doorway for a moment longer. I can still stop this... But do I want to stop it? He watched, mesmerized, as Duo made a show of unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the pale musculature and satin skin of his chest. Mentally, Wufei shook his head. I don't know...

The shirt dropped to the floor, and Duo leaned back, supporting himself on his forearms. "C'mon, Wufei," he purred, voice husky and dark. "Or are you... scared?"

Wufei was beside the bed before he'd even realized he'd moved. He stared down at Duo, onyx eyes narrowed. Heat smoldered in their depths. "I fear nothing, Maxwell," he snarled, lust oh-so-obvious beneath the anger in his voice.

Duo smirked again. "Good to hear it. Why don't you prove it to me, then?" His eyelids lowered, and he peered up at the Chinese boy from beneath his thick, dark lashes. "Fuck me, Wufei."

The Shenlong pilot drew in a quick breath, even as his eyes roved hungrily over the other pilot's body. Gods... It's been so long... I want him...

Finally, his body's needs made the decision for him. Duo had moved one hand down to his pants, and had begun toying with the button... With a snarl Wufei batted Duo's hand away and undid it himself, then took hold of the zipper. Duo smiled approvingly, and let out an appreciative little moan when Wufei's fingers brushed ever so lightly over his straining erection, still trapped by the confines of cloth.

Wufei tugged meaningfully at the pants. "Off," he said, eyes burning into Duo's. "Now."

Duo was only too happy to comply. He stood up and slid the dark material down over his hips, just slowly enough to make it teasing. Wufei growled impatiently. Duo grinned. "Impatient, aren'tcha?"

And then he was naked, standing before Wufei in all his angelic beauty. Wufei allowed his eyes to roam, searing the image of the boy into his brain. He was breathing fast, and his own loose pants suddenly seemed far too restricting...

Duo moved forward to press against him. "What d'you want?" he asked. One hand started to trace a teasing path down Wufei's chest, across his stomach, and then lower...

Wufei gasped. Damn you, Maxwell. I'll show you what it is to be teased... Without warning he had grabbed the other boy's wrists, and then he pressed in close to deliver a deep, bruising kiss. Duo opened willingly to Wufei's exploring tongue, and then moaned as Wufei thrust his hips forward, grinding slightly.

Wufei broke the kiss, smirking. Liked that, did you? Let's see how you like this... He released Duo's wrists, and then skirted one hand over the boy's rear, touch feather-light. His other hand reached up to caress Duo's face; the Deathscythe pilot turned his head into the touch, kissing at Wufei's palm.

Wufei thrust forward again, a little harder this time, and Duo moaned again, eyes slipping shut. "Mmmm..."

Suddenly, Wufei stopped. He released Duo, stepping back, and smirked at his dazed expression.

"Wha...?" Duo managed.

Wufei grinned, more a baring of teeth than anything. "That's what you get for being a tease, Maxwell."

Duo's expression was annoyed for a moment, but then he shook his head and smiled. "Nuh-uh, Wu-babe. I wasn't teasin'. I fully intend--" he stepped forward, one hand finding the bulge in Wufei's pants and squeezing gently-- "to deliver."

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