Scowling, Wufei pulled his arm loose from Duo’s hand. Long-suppressed desire and frustration -- not just at Duo, but at the rest of the world -- drove him forward. “If I am fated to leave this world in a week, then so be it -- but I refuse to die without having this one thing! Now that I know what I want... now that I know what I want -- and that’s you.” Duo bit his lip. “Wufei --” “No.” Firmly, Wufei replaced his hand on Duo’s chest, pushing the troublesome shirt aside. “Do not deny me this.” Duo’s resistance wavered, and when Wufei leaned forward and kissed him again -- clearly, the man was a sinfully fast learner, Duo barely managed to form the coherent thought -- it crumbled altogether. With a sigh, he gave in, his hands began to return the favor, sliding under the edges of Wufei’s clothing. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed Wufei down, and lowered himself on top of him -- his Dragon, his lover. {*cough* No 2x5 lemon from me, I’m afraid... ^^;} From there it was four days’ journey to Romafeller; every night they made love, and with a late start and a leisurely pace they stretched it to five. On the last morning, Wufei awoke before Duo, before dawn. Today, he knew, would be the last time he would ever share with Duo, but felt no regret as he lay there and pensively stroked his lover’s hair. He was finding it very hard to regret the past few weeks, at all -- his sullen despondency towards death had been replaced by a calm acceptance. And the last month had been full of new experiences -- he had seen things, and done things, that he never would have seen and done had he stayed in his home village. Duo still snored on, their limbs entwined. Wufei sighed noiselessly, and leaned down to press his forehead against Duo’s. “If I had one regret,” he whispered, barely a breath of air, “it’s for what I never got to say to Meiran. I cared for her, but I could never have told her what I tell you now. Wo ai ni, Duo Maxwell. I will carry that to my grave and beyond.” His breath tickled over Duo’s face, and the sleeping man shifted and wrinkled his nose quite adorably, muttering something incomprehensible. Smiling slightly, Wufei settled back down, and watched the light slowly growing in the sky.
“He’s all yours, constable,” Duo drawled, grinning as he made the pronouncement. “The infamous dragon. He’s managed to escape you once, do you suppose you can hang on to him this time?”
Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY (cont.)
Date: 2006-02-21 10:13 am (UTC)Duo bit his lip. “Wufei --”
“No.” Firmly, Wufei replaced his hand on Duo’s chest, pushing the troublesome shirt aside. “Do not deny me this.”
Duo’s resistance wavered, and when Wufei leaned forward and kissed him again -- clearly, the man was a sinfully fast learner, Duo barely managed to form the coherent thought -- it crumbled altogether. With a sigh, he gave in, his hands began to return the favor, sliding under the edges of Wufei’s clothing. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed Wufei down, and lowered himself on top of him -- his Dragon, his lover.
{*cough* No 2x5 lemon from me, I’m afraid... ^^;}
From there it was four days’ journey to Romafeller; every night they made love, and with a late start and a leisurely pace they stretched it to five.
On the last morning, Wufei awoke before Duo, before dawn. Today, he knew, would be the last time he would ever share with Duo, but felt no regret as he lay there and pensively stroked his lover’s hair. He was finding it very hard to regret the past few weeks, at all -- his sullen despondency towards death had been replaced by a calm acceptance. And the last month had been full of new experiences -- he had seen things, and done things, that he never would have seen and done had he stayed in his home village.
Duo still snored on, their limbs entwined. Wufei sighed noiselessly, and leaned down to press his forehead against Duo’s. “If I had one regret,” he whispered, barely a breath of air, “it’s for what I never got to say to Meiran. I cared for her, but I could never have told her what I tell you now. Wo ai ni, Duo Maxwell. I will carry that to my grave and beyond.”
His breath tickled over Duo’s face, and the sleeping man shifted and wrinkled his nose quite adorably, muttering something incomprehensible. Smiling slightly, Wufei settled back down, and watched the light slowly growing in the sky.
“He’s all yours, constable,” Duo drawled, grinning as he made the pronouncement. “The infamous dragon. He’s managed to escape you once, do you suppose you can hang on to him this time?”