Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Even if you did, it wouldn't do you any good. Try mugging a rat, it'd be more profitable.

Pairings: 2x5, 2x3, 4x3, 4x5, 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC, yaoi, language, slightly bloody, supernatural creepy crawlies.
Category: AU
Spoilers: Ahhh . . . no.

Notes: I had a lot of great feedback, and I had a great time writing it, so I kept going. Hey, at least I'm enjoying myself, right? Right?!


Dance with the Demons: Dance with the Devil
Part Two
by Blue Soaring


Sunlight filtered through the flimsy curtains covering the open window. A slight breeze blew the fabric, causing the curtains to waver and send dapples of light dancing across Duo's face. Long lashes fluttered as he gradually woke up, sighing happily in the warmth of his bed. Duo stretched and rolled over, digging his head deep into the pillow. He sighed again, opening his eyes slowly to check the bedside clock. But instead of seeing the cluttered night table, he was treated to the sight of two heavy-lidded eyes staring out at him from a mass of back hair, stirring lightly in the breeze. Duo blinked for a minute, trying to get his sleep-fogged brain to work. The owner of the eyes smiled, "Morning, Duo. Sleep well?"

"Jesus!" Duo sat bolt upright in bed as last night came back to him in a rush. "Wufei! What are you doing in my bed? Check that, what am I doing in my bed?" He paused, taking a deep breath as the Chinese man stretched and flipped the covers off himself. "Wu . . . where the fuck are your clothes?" Reaching out, he tugged the sheets back over the other man.

Wufei grinned, pointing at the floor. A trail of clothing led from the bed out into the living room. "It's not very comfortable to sleep in dirty clothing, Duo."

"No shit, Wu. But what are you doing sleeping with me without your pants on?" Duo stopped as the implications of that statement formed in his brain. "No. Oh no." He raised the blankets and glanced down. "Fuck, Wu. Where the hell are my boxers!?" Duo clenched the blanket tightly around his hips.

Wufei chuckled. "Wherever you dropped them, I think. I lost track."

"You've gotta be kidding me. I didn't . . . and you, we didn't . . . ?" The blood drained from Duo's face. "Did we?"

Wufei looked convincingly baffled. "Did what? What are you talking about?"

"Christ, Wu, we didn't fuck, did we? I can't remember a goddamn thing!"

Wufei blinked, then smiled evilly. "What do you think?" Duo's face paled even more and his eyes grew wide as saucers. "No, no, we didn't, alright? Not like I didn't offer," he grumbled, oblivious to the sigh of relief that exploded from the man beside him. "If we did, I'd be insulted you forgot."

Duo was still rejoicing silently in his head. "What? Oh." He relaxed his death grip on the sheets. The early morning was coming back to him in quick flashes. "Hey, I thought I left you on the couch?"

Wufei managed to look sheepish. "You did. But you're my top now, so I'm supposed to sleep with you. Even if you won't fuck me." He was actually pouting.

Duo rubbed his fingers over his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "Wufei," he began, "I don't understand half of the crap that comes out of your mouth, but, I am not, I repeat, am not your 'top', whatever that is."

Wufei pursed his lips. "You really don't know, do you?"

Duo had the decency to not punch him. "No, I don't."

"How can you be with Quatre for years on end and not know? Don't you ever talk?"

The braided man shook his head. "Hey, we're casual acquaintances. Casual. I didn't even know he was a stripper."

Wufei blinked. "Really? So you and him weren't lovers or anything?"

Duo shot him an exasperated look.

The black haired man held his hands up in mock defense. "Alright, alright, I get it. You weren't."

"Damn straight."

Wufei rolled over, settling his leg in between Duo's, and resting his head on the other manís chest.. "So, what do you know about Quatre?"

Duo narrowed his eyes, shifting his leg out from under Wufei's. "Would you quit that already?" He sighed and closed his eyes; it was going to be one of THOSE days. "Look, go get a shower and get dressed, for Christ's sake. Then I'll go make something for you to eat, and then you fill me in on the whole thing, okay?"

The Chinese dancer seemed to weigh this in his head, then rose languidly from the bed. "Okay. Are you coming with me?" He gazed down at Duo.

"Just go, Wufei. Just go," he grated out in response.

Sighing, Wufei wandered into the adjacent bathroom. What was his owner thinking? If they kept this up, nether one of them would have any fun.

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Duo gathered up any clothing that he could get his hands on and hurriedly dressed. Events and facts turned over in his mind as he tried again in vain to sort it out. What did Heero mean when he had said the monsters were 'his'? And why was he so concerned about Duo eliminating the ones who posed a threat to human life? He busied himself with finding something edible for breakfast, finally settling on some coffee, saving the half stale bagel for Wufei.

He was sipping on his coffee when Wufei wandered out into the living room with a towel hitched dangerously low on his hips.

"Put on some clothes, Wu," Duo said, sighing again.

"I am, I am. My things are out here." Rummaging through a bag, Wufei dragged out black linen pants and a matching shirt. Dropping the towel, he hauled on the pants, tying them loosely. He shrugged on the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Then the dancer searched through the bag again, this time emerging with a small hair tie. Walking over to sit with Duo, he gathered together his hair back and deftly wrapped the tie around it. Duo watched him silently over the rim of his mug.

"So, what are you doing today, Duo?"

Setting his coffee down, Duo rose and retrieved the bagel for Wufei. The black-haired man looked at the bagel, then at Duo. "Aren't you having anything?"

"Eat it, Wuffie, and be happy I've even got that. My fridge is empty."

"Shopping then."

"What?"

"If you have no food, then we have to go shopping."

Duo leaned back in his chair, "Yeah, I suppose we do. But before I go anywhere, I'm getting a shower. Watch some t.v. or something."

Taking a bite out of the bagel, Wufei nodded.

Duo downed the rest of his coffee, severely wishing it was something with more of a punch. Pushing back his chair, he walked into his bedroom, pausing at the door to glance back at Wufei. Then he firmly closed the door behind him.

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About ten minutes later, a naked, slightly damp Duo was frantically searching for some clean clothing. His wardrobe seemed to be diminishing rapidly lately, suffering from fates far worse than simply wearing out.

Over the last thirty years, monster activity had increased, mostly in suburban areas. It seemed like the monsters disliked highly populated, busy places. Easier pickings outside the pulse of the continuous life in the cities. Of course, there was a time when trolls and werewolves, ghosts and goblins, were myths, but that was decades ago. Steadily, the creatures moved from myth to reality, then from distant threat to terrorizing rural areas. All in all, it was good for Duo; his relatively new business was booming. Yet with the increase came problems. Like what to do when you encountered an unfamiliar species. Last month, Duo had come head to head with a lamia. The encounter left Duo with one less outfit, several new scars and a desire to delve into some serious research.

Settling on a pair of new, dark blue jeans and a white tank, Duo flung the clothes over his head so they landed on the bed. He quickly shook out his hair and went back to the bathroom in search of a brush. Raking it through his long hair, he deftly separated the mass into three sections, then twined them together in his usual braid. Duo came out of the bathroom, intending on getting dressed. Wufei was reclining comfortably on the bed, propped up by several pillows, facing the bathroom expectantly.

"Dammit, Wu!" Duo lunged back into the bathroom, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around himself. "What are you doing!?"

"Waiting for you, you said we were going shopping."

"Why didn't you stay in the living room like I told you?"

"You didn't say to stay in the living room, you said to watch some television. There was nothing on, so I came in to watch you instead." Wufei shrugged his shoulders.

"And just how long have you been there?" Duo demanded, wondering why he hadn't heard him come in.

"You almost hit me in the head with your pants."

Unable to help himself, Duo grinned at Wufei's statement.

"Quatre was right, you know," the Chinese dancer said, mirroring Duo's grin.

"Huh?"

"You do have a nice ass."

Duo threw up his hands in frustration. "You've got a one track mind, you know that, don't you?"

Wufei nodded happily.

"Oh, screw it," Duo mumbled, turning his back on Wufei and hauling on his clothes.

"I'd much rather you screw me . . . ." he caught Wufei muttering under his breath, but Duo chose to ignore it.

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After much arguing, Wufei had agreed to wait in the apartment while Duo went out. He needed time to sort things out, not to mention he had work to do today. A Mrs. McNally had called while Wufei was in the shower, stating she had a problem with her son. Despite what Duo had said, the woman had insisted that he was best suited for dealing with it.

On arriving at the McNally residence, Duo had at once seen the problem. The woman's son and his dog were playing fetch in the front yard while Mrs. McNally stood on the front steps, wringing her hands. The problem was, the dog was dead. Oh, it was jumping around and barking happily after the tossed ball, but it was definitely dead. In fact, it looked like it was at least two months dead. But the young boy didn't seem to care, and neither did the dog, for that matter.

Mrs. McNally rushed up to him as soon as he climbed out of his old car. Near swooning in the street, she told him how her little Luke was so upset that his dog had died, they tired to make him feel better by getting him a new one. Apparently, that didn't go over so well, and Luke was still unhappy. Then, about a week ago, she woke up to Luke laughing happily outside. Rushing out, she saw her boy romping in the grass with the dead dog. Flustered, she didn't know what to do, hoping that maybe the zombie dog would cheer Luke up, but now she was worried. It wasn't healthy to keep a decomposing dog around the house, was it? And Luke didn't want to lose the dog again. Oh, and the dog's name was Buddy. Terribly original, if you asked Duo.

Of course, she wasn't asking. The dog had to go, but Luke wouldn't listen to her. Maybe he would listen to Duo? Duo was well known for his dealings with monsters, he should go talk to them.

Sighing, Duo had looked over the two playing happily in the front yard. He really didn't see a problem, the dog would be good for another few weeks. Zombies didn't really actively decompose, they usually paused at the stage they were in when they rose. But, work was work, so he sat Luke and Buddy down, explaining the situation. Luke's eyes swam, but he bravely said goodbye to Buddy, telling him to be a good dog. The dog whined once, then wagged its tail when Luke patted him on the head. Satisfied, Duo told Luke he was doing the best, by letting Buddy go, and watched as the dog obediently followed Luke into the back yard where he had been buried. Minutes later, Luke had bounded back around the house, saying Buddy was asleep. Duo went back, checked on the dog, and then filled the grave back in. Sprinkling a little salt on the grave for good measure, he told Mrs. McNally to sprinkle a little on the grave each day for the next three days, just to be sure the dog didn't dig its way back out again.

Thanking him the whole way, Mrs. McNally had walked Duo to his car. It was such a small thing, Duo had at first refused payment. The woman was adamant, however, and Duo accepted a small fee. Curious, he asked what happened to the other dog. Mrs. McNally's face clouded over, then, wringing her hands, she said it seemed Buddy hadn't really been all that fond of the other dog. It looked like Buddy had eaten him.

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Duo had thought the entire situation infinitely hilarious, but he managed to get through it without even once laughing. Once he was in the car, he succumbed, tears running down his face. Then he went on with the rest of his errands.

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Much later that day, as dusk was falling, Duo returned to the apartment. He juggled his packages, searching for his keys. Triumphant, he unlocked the door and dragged the bundles inside. Glancing around, he spotted the dancer asleep on the couch. Duo brought so many of the packages to his bedroom, dumping them on the bed, which was, he noted, made. Wufei must've done it. Duo shook his head; he still hadn't figured out what was going on, and Wufei hadn't had a chance to fill him in on it yet. He'd let him sleep for a little longer while he put the groceries away and fixed something for dinner.

Duo putted around the kitchen, cursing on the oven and his own inability to cook. Finally, satisfied with his efforts, Duo went back into the living room to wake Wufei. Naturally, Wufei was already awake, watching Duo move about the small apartment.

"Oh, you're up. Hey, sorry I was gone all day. I had work."

Wufei just smiled. "It's okay. I don't mind waiting."

"Ah . . . yeah," Duo said, scratching his head. "So, umm, do you work tonight?"

"No, tonight's my night off. I'm yours for the evening," Wufei replied, leaving the invitation hanging.

"Right. Anyway, you hungry? Dinner's ready, and it even might be edible."

"I'm starving. You have absolutely nothing that even resembles food."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Why didn't you go grab something somewhere?"

"You told me to stay in the apartment."

"Shit, Wuffie, you could've gotten something to eat. I wouldn't have killed you or anything."

Wufei didn't reply, he just stood and walked into the kitchen, getting plates out of the cupboard. "Sit down, Duo, I'll get it."

Flopping down into a chair, Duo mentally shrugged. Fair enough, he had cooked, hadn't he? Or at least he had tried to.

Coming back with two plates of what looked suspiciously like mush, Wufei gave one to Duo and put the other on the table for himself. He went back, emerged with two glasses of something to drink, and set himself down on the floor at Duo's feet.

"Any calls come in while I was out?" Duo asked.

"Quatre called, asking how we were getting along, but that's it."

"And how are we getting along?"

Wufei paused, chewing. "I don't know, I don't understand you."

"Christ, that makes two of us. I don't have a bloody clue what you people are about. You, Quatre, Heero. You don't make any sense. None of it does."

"Tell me what you did today, Duo," Wufei said, changing the subject.

Resigned, Duo told him about his day, saving the McNally incident for last. Wufei listened attentively as Duo rambled on, adding his own comments every now and then. The braided man began to enjoy himself, telling Wufei of other stories, weirder ones that had happened in the last few years.

"And the husband just kept the statue that was his wife on his lawn? He didn't try to cure the basilisk's stare?" Wufei asked, incredulous.

"Nope, kept her right there, said she was much easier to get along with as a lawn ornament."

For the first time since Duo had met him, Wufei laughed. He laughed so hard, tears started pouring down his cheeks. Soon, Duo joined him, laughing at Wufei as the dancer struggled to catch his breath.

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Dinner was long done, and Duo relaxed, Wufei still curled at his feet with his head resting on the cushioned seat of Duo's chair.

"Duo, what do you do?"

"What?"

"Your job, what is it? In all your stories, it seems like you solve minor monster problems, like garden gnomes and zombie dogs."

"Oh. I wish it was all like that, but no, that's not what I do. Those are just odd things that have happened to me. Mostly, I kill monsters."

Wufei's body tensed, but his voice was calm when he spoke. "Monsters? Like trolls? Man-eating zombies and ghouls, those kinds of monsters?"

"Yep, I'm your friendly neighborhood Ghoulie Killer."

"Do you go after them? Kill them just because they're monsters?" Wufei's voice was quiet.

"No. I'm not a bounty hunter or anything. I don't want to eradicate them, I just eliminate the ones who prey on humans."

"Vampires?"

Duo paused, thinking. "No, I haven't encountered any vamps. Oh, sure, I've seen vamp bites, but never a fresh dead body with them. Honestly, I don't think vampires kill, for some reason. All the old myths say they do, but that's mostly revenants. They're more like zombies than vamps. But I've never met a vamp. Not sure what I would do if I did. They prey on humans, but they don't kill, so if the victim is willing . . . ." he left it hanging in the air.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you kill monsters? Why not let someone else do it?"

"I dunno. It's like I told your dear Erus, I always have."

"What about shape-shifters?"

"Huh? Shape-shifters? As in werewolves?"

"Werewolves, wererats, weres in general."

"Some. All violent, preying on people, leaving people and animals half eaten and killing for no reason. Same as when an animal goes nuts, I suppose. Animals only kill for food, and weres don't need to kill. When they do, there's a problem. As a last resort, I kill the were. One life to save others."

Wufei seemed to think everything over in his head, and Duo was silent for a long time. Finally, the violet-eyed man asked, "Are you gonna explain this whole 'top' concept to me now?"

When Wufei didn't answer, Duo said, "Wuffie?"

Slowly, the Chinese dancer moved his head, resting it against Duo's thigh. "I like it when you call me that."

"What, call you 'Wuffie'?"

"Yes."

"Like it enough to tell me what the hell you're doing here?"

Wufei sighed. "It's odd, you not knowing. I was anybody's meat until Quatre claimed me, and now I'm with you, and you don't know the game."

"Game?"

"It's the way it is, Duo. I'm submissive, and nearly everyone else is dominant to me. Without a master, I'm anyone's meat."

"I thought you said Erus meant 'master'."

"It does, but its not the same. Don't you know anything about sadomasochism. . . dominance and submission?"

"Jesus, no, am I supposed to?" Duo stared down at him, disbelieving.

"Aren't you Catholic, Duo? Good Catholics aren't supposed to swear."

Duo laughed. "Don't change the subject, Wuffie," he waited a beat before adding, "and I'm not a good Catholic."

Wufei grinned before continuing. "Anyway. When Quatre came to Devil's Bliss, he made me his pet. Do you know what that means?"

Duo had the nagging suspicion he did, but he asked anyway. "Means he owned you, right? He used you for sex."

"He didn't USE me. I was quite happy, Quatre's an excellent lover. Even when he hurt me, it was good. Quatre knows pain, knows where and how to hurt that would make the pleasure so much better."

"Er, yeah, anyway . . .?"

Wufei smiled at Duo's apparent discomfort. "Now you take Quatre's place as my owner, but you won't fuck me. I think the Erus knew, that's why he gave me to you."

"Why didn't Quatre object?"

"Quatre is submissive to the Erus. Everyone is."

"What's with all this submissive and dominant crap?"

"Submissive is bottom, dominant is top. You're a top, I'm a bottom."

"Oh. Why are you submissive?"

"I just am. I dislike fighting pointlessly. Trowa could defeat me easily."

Puzzled, Duo said, "Trowa?"

"Quatre's pet."

"You can have more than one?"

"Well, Quatre can. He's second under the Erus."

"Now I'm confused. You fight for your positions? I thought sadomasochism was about all about pain? You know, if you get off on receiving it or giving it, right?"

"It is. But everyone has a place under the Erus, depending on how strong they are."

"What have you people been smoking?" Duo asked, shaking his head.

Wufei didn't answer for a long time, he just sat there, looking up into Duo's eyes. Finally, he said, "We're not people, really, Duo." His eyes were sad.

"Come again? You said what?"

Indecision flickered in Wufei's face. "We're not people, not really. Not human, anyway," he dropped his eyes, staring hard at the hand he had rested against Duo's thigh.

Duo's eyes grew hard. "What the fuck are you talking about, Wufei? Who's 'we'?Ē His own voice had grown harsh, his body tensed a little.

Startled at the change in Duo's demeanor, Wufei scooted backwards, away from him. It wasn't a clumsy movement, every move Wufei made seemed sinuous, his body unnaturally fluid.

"Quatre, Trowa, the Erus, and I. Others too, mostly those who work at Devil's Bliss. Some are at the Demon's Den," he said, speaking softly.

"If you're not human, then what the bloody hell are you?" His gut wrenched, and he felt his body grow cold, anticipating Wufei's answer.

"Please don't kill me, Duo. As my owner, you could. No one would say anything." His voice held no fear, just acceptance of his fate, and whatever Duo chose to do with him.

"I'm not gonna fucking kill you, Wu," Duo grated out from between clenched teeth. "Just tell me what you're talking about."

Taking a deep breath and sitting on his haunches, Wufei said, "I'm a shape-shifter, Duo. A were, a monster."

Duo didn't move, letting the information settle on his brain. "All of you?"

"No, just Trowa and I."

"And Quatre?"

Wufei paused, unsure. "I'm not allowed to tell you."

"What!?"

"I can't, I can't. The Erus forbade anyone telling you." His eyes held fear now. "If you want to know, you have to ask him yourself."

Duo jumped up from the chair, cursing. Wufei stayed where he was, watching him stalk across the room and back again. "Alright, lemmie get this straight. You're all monsters of some kind, you and this Trowa are weres. Mr. Heero Yuy, as Erus, has control of you all, with my dear friend Quatre as his sort of second-in-command. Every last fucking one of you is obsessed with sex, and you've even got the pecking order figured out, complete with S&M and B&D tendencies. Am I right so far?"

"Essentially, yes."

"Good. Now, Yuy, since he's the big master, can do what he wants with all of you, no questions asked. Not only you and the others, but any beastie who happens to work in those places you mentioned."

Wufei nodded the affirmative.

"Also, that explains why he wants me to stop killing. He's territorial, and he does actually own you. Honest to fucking ownership."

Another nod.

Duo stopped his pacing. "And you're a were. I have a were in my apartment," he said, flopping back down into his abandoned chair. "I had a were in my bed."

Wufei was quiet, waiting to see what would happen.

"Come here, Wufei," he said softly, pointing down to where Wufei had sat only moments before.

Instantly, Wufei was back at Duoís feet, looking up at him expectantly.

"An owner can pretty much tell you what to do, right? And you have to do it?"

"Basically. I don't mind. Being a pet is better than being meat."

"Why didn't you fight them?"

Again, the dancer paused. "I was ordered not to."

"By who?" Before Wufei could reply, Duo had the answer. "The Erus. Heero told you not to fight; he wanted you submissive."

"Yes."

"And no one outranks him, so no one could give you an order that held more power than his."

A small, weak smile this time.

"You're broken. He fucking broke you!" Duo slammed his fist down on the arm of the chair. His breathing had become rapid, so he took a moment to calm himself. "Why didn't I have to do what the Erus told me? He said to stop killing the monsters, but I flat out refused."

Wufei's eyes widened a little. "Did you kill today? I didn't smell any blood."

Duo watched Wufei's face silently before answering. "Yeah, I killed. Some punk ass kid summoned a lesser demon in the middle of a trailer park."

Stunned, the Chinese man gaped at Duo. "A demon? You killed a demon? Demons are different to creatures that answer to the Erus, though. It probably wasn't directly going against his order. But a demon, Duo," he closed his eyes, thinking. "If you could kill a demon, you might not be submissive to the Erus. Since you haven't fought him, I don't know for sure, but, a demon!"

"Yes, Wu, a demon. Get a hold of yourself."

"If you fought the Erus and survived, maybe he'd be forced to declare you an equal. Even Quatre's not that strong,Ē Wufei said, reopening his eyes.

"Jesus, Wu, if I survived!? That's a little chancy, don't you think?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It seems odd though . . . ."

"What seems odd?"

"That the Erus met with you, just to tell you not to kill. Usually, he'd just destroy anyone who ticked him off, no warnings, no questions."

"Perfect. Now I'm special."

"Seems so." Wufei pursed his lips, mind working fast. "And why did he give me to you? You're not one of us, you didn't even know about Quatre."

"Nope, not a clue. What are you getting at, Wuffie?"

"I think you should go back. Back to Devil's Bliss and meet with the Erus again."

"God, no. I'm not going back. Forget that shit.Ē

"Seriously. He could tell you more than I could. I can't even tell you what he is. If you went back, maybe you could learn more."

"Like why he sends monsters out to kill people?"

Wufei met Duo's eyes again, placing his head back on the braided manís thigh. "He doesn't send monsters out to kill people. I think he's trying to put a stop to that."

"Then who's doing it, Wu? You just said that Heero is dominant to everyone."

That sad smile found its way back onto Wufei's face. "Dominant, yes, but there are more than just us out there. Maybe not many across the country, but here? In this city? It's crawling."

"Great, that's great to know. So there could be someone out there just as or maybe even more powerful than your Erus?"

"It would make sense."

"You know what, Wu? You're a bundle of good news. I should just send you back to Quat and forget I even met any of you."

"Is that an order?" Wufei stood, giving Duo a harsh look.

"No, Christ, sit down, Wuffie."

Wufei sank back down on the carpet right where he stood.

"Why do you do that? Do everything I say, as soon as I say it?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I do what you say."

"Humph. Only when it's convenient for you. I had to argue with you to get you to stay here today, and you never seem to listen to me when I tell you to stay somewhere, especially when NOT listening to me will give you a chance to catch me naked."

"Well . . . ." Wufei managed to look guilty even as a grin formed on his lips. "Since we haven't fought, I don't know if you're dominant to me."

"You mean, if I beat the crap out of you, you'll do what I say, no objections?"

"That's the way it is."

Duo considered this. "Did everyone beat up on you to assert their dominance? If you weren't allowed to fight back, it had to be hell to take."

"Actually, no one fought me."

"I thought . . . wait, hold on a sec here. You mean there's another way? Maybe if you just acknowledge the fact that they are dominant to you?"

"Sort of."

"Knock it off with the evasive answers, Wu. Explain. How did you acknowledge their dominance?"

"I let them fuck me."

Duo gaped, then mumbled under his breath, "I should have seen that one coming."

Wufei's eyes lit up, and he shifted around so that he sat between Duo's now spread legs. "If you fuck me, I have to admit your dominance." He rose on his knees, bringing his face dangerously close to Duo's groin.

"Wufei, watch it . . . ." Duo growled, reaching down to push him out of the way.

"I can smell it, Duo. You want it. Your whole body vibrates with it." He moved up, pressing himself against the longhaired man and burying his face in Duo's neck. "At Devil's Bliss, I smelled your lust. When I was dancing, I saw how you looked at me. When I was with you, the intensity of it drove me mad. I almost went down on you then and there, with all those people watching."

Great, just great. Not only was Wufei a Chinese strip dancing were, he was an exhibitionist too. That thought jerked Duo back to reality. Wufei wasn't human. It didn't matter that he was male, Duo couldn't argue the fact that he felt the blood rush through his veins and his jeans grow tight as Wufei pressed against him. He could feel Wufei through his clothing, the black-haired man was rock hard, hot against him, and Duo's mouth ran dry, thinking about his hands on that bronzed body, yielding to his touch.

"I can taste it, Duo. You want me as much as I want you. Can't you taste it, taste me?" Wufei shifted again, rubbing his leg against the bulge in Duo's pants. Duo's breath hissed out from between clenched teeth. The black-haired man dipped his head, caught Duo's lips in a light kiss. When Duo didn't pull away, Wufei deepened this kiss, using his tongue to moisten the other's lips. He pressed harder, pushing against Duo, demanding entrance to his mouth. At the same time, he let his hand drop down to cup Duo's crotch, rubbing his erection through the cloth. Duo groaned at the contact, parting his lips. Seizing the chance, Wufei pressed harder with his hand, making Duo open his mouth, letting the Chinese man in. Gleefully, Wufei's tongue explored Duo's mouth, stroking the longhaired manís tongue with his own. He felt a searing flash of pleasure run straight to his own erection as Duo began to kiss him back, using his own tongue to stroke Wufei's. Deftly, Wufei released the button and unzipped Duo's jeans, grasping the other manís throbbing cock through the thin material of his boxers. Their tongues battled, twining around each other frantically until they broke apart gasping.

Duo couldn't think, he just felt. Wufei's hand on was him, stroking him, driving him wild. His mouth was wide as he fought for breath, but Wufei's mouth closed over his again, stealing what little air he could get. He felt the Chinese manís tongue plunge into his mouth again, grazing his teeth, running along his lips. Wufei bit down on Duo's bottom lip, drawing blood, but Duo barely noticed. He didnít stop moving his hand, alternating the pressure and stroke to keep Duo poised on the brink of release.

A loud groan wrenched itself from Duo's throat as Wufei dipped his hand past the waistband of his boxers, wrapping his hand fully around Duo's pulsing erection. Wufei ran his hand up and down its length, rubbing his thumb over the tiny slit at its tip, spreading the precum that had escaped. Duo's eyes were clenched shut, a fine sheen of sweat covering him. The Chinese dancer stroked him faster, watching Duo's face contort into a grimace of pleasure so intense it was akin to pain. He kissed him again, licking at the bit of blood on Duo's lip, delving his tongue into the other boy's mouth before pulling away. Wufei felt Duo's cock twitch in his hand, knew that his owner wasn't far off from release. He pressed himself hard against him, panting as his erection ground into Duo's body.

Wufei moved his head close to Duo's ear, whispering. "Let me make you come, Duo. Come for me, Duo . . . let me . . . ."

The Chinese man watched as Duo's mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure, tightening his hand around the braided manís erection as Duo's orgasm ripped through him. He arched up into Wufei's hand, fingers clenching the arms of the chair as Wufei ground against him, crying out his own release as his owner shook from pleasure coursing through him..

Duo lay panting for several minutes with Wufei collapsed boneless against him, his hand still wrapped around Duo's cock.

"Christ, Wuffie, what the fuck was that?" he panted, wrenching his eyes open.

"That, Duo," he said between gasps, "is why I'm such a good pet."

Duo couldn't help but grin, ignoring the stickiness inside his pants. He looked at Wufei's flushed face, then his eyes traveled down to see the stain in Wufei's own pants. "Fuck, Wu, you get off on that?" His eyes twinkled with laughter.

Wufei mirrored Duo's grin. "Oh yes," he drew the last syllable out, turning it into a hiss. "You look so good when you come," he wriggled his eyebrows, "let's do it again." He began to move his hand, using Duo's release as lubrication and smiling evilly when the other man started to grow hard in his hand again.

"Christ, no. I'll pass out," he said, extracting Wufei's hand and telling himself to get a grip. A grip that was nowhere near his reawakening cock.

Wufei looked disappointed. "And your point is?"

"Didn't you say I should go meet with Mr. Yuy again? That was your idea, remember? Clear my card, I have a dance with the devil!"

The Chinese dancer sputtered for a moment. "But not now."

"Not when you've finally gotten in my pants, eh, Wuffie?"

"Exactly. Besides, the Erus isn't at Devil's Bliss tonight, and it would be better to meet him there."

"Oh yeah? Where is he?"

"I'm not sure, but I remember Quatre saying something about a meeting with someone, in another city."

"Really? You could just be telling me that to keep me here, couldn't you?"

"I could," he agreed. "But, there's one way to know for sure."

"And what's that?" Duo asked, knowing precisely what Wufei's answer would be.

"Claim me, and I will deny you nothing," Wufei said, his face turning serious.

"Make you mine?"

"Make me yours."

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