Dance with the Demons: Live Without the Sunlight
by Blue Soaring
Heero glared, and Duo felt like his skin was trying to crawl off his body.
"What the hell am I?" Heero repeated. "You challenge me, and you don't even know what I am."
Duo grinned, trying not to panic under Heero's intense gaze. "I sure know how to pick 'em, don't I?" He felt his pulse quicken when he looked at Heero's face; the blue of his eyes had frosted over. So cold, it burned.
The Erus rose so quickly to his feet that Duo blinked, not even sure he had seen him move. Calmly, almost negligently, he flicked his wrist, and Duo felt a small backlash of something he could only explain as power. It was different than Wufei's; it was tainted with anger, not passion.
He heard Wufei make a small sound as surprise, his hand flying to his face. Duo looked down, saw three bloody marks on Wufei's cheek. Heero flicked his wrist again, and three more streaks appeared on the other side of his face, the droplets of blood flying in small arcs.
Duo jumped to his feet in front of Wufei. "What the fuck did you just do?! Wu, you okay?" His hand almost went for the .45 in the holster.
"I'm fine, it's fine. It's shallow," came Wufei's answer.
Duo glanced down quickly, surprised to see the wounds closed over where Wufei had wiped the blood away.
Heero was standing still again, his eyes still burning with their cold fire. "You asked what I was."
"Yeah, so what kind of answer is that, using Wufei as a scratching post?"
"That's not the point, buddy. You're messing with my Wufei now, not Quatre's."
Heero looked vaguely amused even as his eyes burned a hole through Duo's mind. Duo looked away from Heero's eyes, finding it too hard to focus his thoughts.
"Don't you know?" Heero asked, his voice low and deadly. "Can't you tell? Killing all those monsters, and you don't know what I am?" He raised his hand like he was going to strike again.
Duo acted before he thought. He flicked his hand, palming the knife hilt. With a quick twist, he threw it across the room, hearing a satisfying 'thunk' as it buried to the hilt in Heero's stomach.
Heero looked down at the blade in his body, annoyed. He grasped it and pulled it free, tossing the bloody knife into the flames. "Unimpressive. This is what you would fight me with?"
Duo swallowed, hard. Okay, so he could haul six inch knives out of his stomach and not even sweat. No biggie. He bled. That was something, right?
"Live without the sunlight, Duo. Guess what I am." Heero's voice was quiet.
"I don't do riddles."
"Live without the sunlight, breathe without a heartbeat. Live without living. What am I?" Heero pressed, keeping his voice monotone as he stared hard at Duo.
"Christ, Heero, I don't have time . . . for . . ." his voice trailed off, " . . . games. Jesus Christ . . . you're a goddamn vampire! Fuck me, a vampire." Duo's eyes went wide.
Heero smiled. "Very good. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer later, but first, I think we have to kill each other."
"Holy fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Duo twitched his wrist, palming the other knife, his mind franticly working, trying to remember everything he knew about vampires.
"You keep saying that. I think you have something different on your mind other than fighting me, Duo."
"Yeah, I'll do you as soon as we deal with this little matter," Duo said acidly.
Duo ignored Heero's last comment, instead concentrating on looking at Heero while avoiding his eyes. "Alright, so you're a vamp. What about you, Q?"
The blonde looked up from where he was speaking quietly to Trowa. "You tell me."
"I'd say vamp. Just struck me that I've never seen you in the day. Hey, hold up. Vamps have fangs, you don't."
Quatre smiled broadly. "I don't? Couldn't it be that you just never saw them before?" As he spoke, Duo realized that the blonde did indeed have fangs; his canines were actually slightly longer than normal and tapered off in a sharp point.
"Shit, how could I not notice them before?" Duo stared hard at the teeth, wondering how sharp they really were.
Quatre chuckled quietly.
Duo shook his head. "Mind tricks, right? All the stories have vampires with the power to manipulate minds. I just overlooked them, with a little bit of help from you."
"Again, very good Duo." Heero smiled, his own fangs glinting in the firelight. "Another reason why I want your help."
"I thought we had to try to kill each other first over ownership of Wufei. I don't want him in your hands."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Simple. You forbade him from defending himself, turned him into meat for your cronies."
"And you want to die over that?"
Duo snorted. "I have no intention of dying."
"Then you won't fight me." Heero's voice was emotionless once more. "Wufei still answers to me."
"I didn't say that. I said I have no intention of dying, not fighting."
Heero looked the human over carefully. He couldn't afford to let the insult slide, but he had no desire to kill Duo. Own him, break him, definitely have him, but not kill him. He leapt over the fire, picking Wufei up and tossing him into the wall like a rag doll. Wufei's head snapped back against the wall, but he didn't cry out. He slumped against the floor, then he lurched to his feet, dazed.
Duo didn't have time to be worried about Wufei. He saw him fly through the air, then felt his own feet leave the floor. Heero threw him towards the fire. Duo twisted his body in the air landing lightly on his feet, and he heard Quatre let out a low whistle of appreciation. Instantly, Heero was back in front of him, snarling. Duo twisted his hand, bringing the knife slashing over the vampire's throat. Blood spurted over Duo, blinding him in one eye. He clawed at his face, trying to clear his vision as Heero jumped back, his hand flying to his injured throat.
From the couch, Quatre clapped his hands. "He got you that time, Heero. Faster than you thought."
Heero growled at the blonde. Duo watched, amazed, as the wound slowly closed over. "He did. It won't happen again."
He came at Duo again, faster this time. He slammed Duo's arm into the wall, making him drop the knife. Duo let the knife go, elbowing Heero in the face. Heero took the blow without blinking, then went for Duo's face. Duo ducked the punch, coming up with his own. Heero deflected it with his forearm, slamming his knee into Duo's stomach. Duo doubled over, dropped to the floor, rolled away and jumped to his feet. Heero turned, too fast to see. The longhaired man whipped out with his foot, missing.
He heard Heero laugh softly as he felt a fist connect solidly with his side. His breath whooshed out, and he fell back to the floor, gasping. Heero laughed again, kicking Duo hard enough to knock him back against the wall. Duo stayed down this time, and Heero came over, crouching down on the balls of his feet. He buried his hand in Duo's hair, wrenching his head up to look into his dazed violet eyes.
Duo blinked, focusing on the searing cobalt blue eyes staring at him. "Why fight, Duo?" Heero's voice washed over him, hot and cold at the same time, like his power. Duo's vision narrowed until all he saw were the vampire's eyes. "Why fight when giving in is so easy? I would take you, Duo, take you for my own. Think of it."
Duo only vaguely heard Heero's voice, but he understood. The pain washed away, replaced by desire, longing. To be his, to belong to him. He reveled in the thought, reached out to Heero's mind.
"Yes. Only you, Duo. Give yourself to me, Duo. Do as I say, and I will be yours. And you will be mine. Mine alone." His voice was calming, soothing.
Duo felt himself drowning in Heero's eyes, felt himself falling into the blue fire. He wanted it, wanted to belong to Heero, wanted to be taken by him.
The vampire saw Duo's mind shudder, open to embrace him. He dipped his head down to Duo's bared neck, licked at the skin softly. "Ask me to take you, Duo. Ask me, and I will make you mine."
Duo's mind balked. His body shook with tremors. No. He wouldn't belong, didn't belong to anybody. He didn't need or want a master. He felt a tiny prick at his neck, and his mind broke free of Heero's hold. He gasped as the pain came rushing back. Duo's vision cleared, and he jerked his head back, his fingers scrabbling for the switchblade in his boot. He couldn't get to his gun, not with Heero leaning against him. He jerked the blade free and jammed it into Heero's side, ripping it up as hard as he could.
The vampire screamed, the sound nearly shattering Duo's ears. Heero lurched back, and Duo pressed his back to the wall, gun in hand; the bloody blade forgotten on the floor. He held the gun pointed squarely at the vampire's head. Blood dripped from a long slash in Duo’s arm onto the floor.
Heero glanced down at his side; the wound was deep and ragged. He pressed his coat against it, stemming the blood flow. Then he saw Duo pointing the gun at him, and sneered.
"You think you can kill me with that?"
Duo fought to keep his voice steady; his entire left side throbbed with pain, he hoped he didn't have any broken ribs. "Maybe, maybe not. Depends on how good my aim is and how quick I can fire. I know you can heal fast, but can you pull your head back together if it's splattered all over you nice furniture?"
The blood had stopped seeping from the wound in Heero’s side, so he let the coat drop. "I underestimated you, Duo. I shouldn't have held back."
The braided man grunted, kept the gun steady. If that was holding back, Duo would think twice before tangling with the vamp hand-to-hand again; he'd stick to guns, flamethrowers . . . tanks, maybe.
"Too late now."
Heero instantly relaxed. "Yes, it is. It is a stalemate."
"How you figure that?"
"If I move, you could kill me with that toy of yours, or you could miss and I could kill you. I have no desire to kill you, Duo. Not when there are better things to do."
"Forget it, buddy. No more mind tricks."
Heero nodded, then turned to Quatre. "Quatre?"
The blonde watched from the couch, Trowa was almost indifferent to the proceedings. "Stalemate. No dominant, no submissive."
"Translation please?" Duo asked.
Heero looked back at Duo. "Wufei is yours, for now, since I called the fight. And you stay without a master."
Wary, Duo lowered the gun. "I don't need a master, Yuy. I belong to myself."
The vampire's eyebrows quirked. "So you said."
Duo let that slide, he didn't recall actually saying it before. "What happens now?"
Heero walked back to his chair and sat as if nothing happened. He curled his legs under him in one smooth motion, then gestured at the vacant couch next to him. Duo kept his back to the wall, got to his feet and sat on the offered couch, sliding the gun back into the holster. Gingerly, he touched his ribs. Bruised, not broken. He'd be sore, but that was it. It was a wonder, the way Heero had slammed Wufei into the wall. Thinking of Wufei, Duo searched the room for him. The shape-shifter was already moving toward them, heading for Duo. He sat next to the violet-eyed man, lightly touching his face. Duo thought of brushing the hand away, but didn't.
"Now?" Heero's voice was quiet again. "Now you answer my question. Will you help in finding out what is happening? Why the monsters are unnecessarily killing humans and who is controlling them?"
"Humph. If I say no, do I get the crap beat out of me again?"
Heero didn't answer, just smiled slightly.
"Fine. I'm in. Tell me what you need me to do and I'm on it."
Quatre beamed. "I knew it. I knew you'd help us."
"Uh, yeah," Duo said, rubbing his sore side. "What do you need me for? Heero almost made dog meat out of me."
"You are human, Duo. You are free to move about as most of us are not. As vampires, the day is banned to us. The shifters are not restricted to the night, but they need direction. Your involvement with the monster slayings is also useful," Quatre supplied. "Information on attacks, the type of monster, where and when. You have access to this information, we don't."
"And what will you do while I play detective?"
Heero spoke this time. "We will handle this side of it. Creatures that humans have never seen still exist. Perhaps we will be able to find out something there. There are others like us in the city. Information could also be found there."
"Seems straightforward enough. I'll check with my data. Is it okay if I pull in a few other people?"
Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Like?"
Noting the look, Duo shook his head quickly and instantly regretted it. Blinding pain flashed through his head, and it took him a second longer to answer. "Nothing big. There's a voodoo priestess who lives a little ways away from me, and a Wiccan in my building. I've used them before to get information."
The Erus nodded. "That should be fine. Tell them as little as possible. Make up some story about research for future cases. That's close enough to the truth."
"That should stick. Besides, that's essentially what we're doing." Duo absently scrubbed at his bloody face. "Is that it?"
"For now. I'll be in contact. Either Quatre, Trowa or myself will communicate with you, the others have their own responsibilities."
Duo turned that over in his head. "You think one of the others is in on it. That's why you kept Q and Trowa here."
Heero smiled, but it was tinted with anger. "Another reason why I requested your aid. The others are petty, always scrabbling for power. I don't trust any of them."
"So why keep them around?"
"Why not? It makes life interesting."
Duo just shook his head. "You people, I don't know what you are on, but you're definitely not boring." He winced as he shifted on the couch.
Trowa looked up at Quatre, then rose to his feet and approached Duo. He knelt in front of the longhaired man. He moved like a cat, all muscle and no bones, like he was made out of water. He tipped his head to the side, and his hair fell away from his face. Trowa's green eyes glinted, and he ran his hands lightly over Duo's bruised side.
"You're injured." His voice was a rich baritone, lilting with an accent Duo couldn't place. It was the first time he had spoken all night. Then he reached up and touched the blood on Duo's face. "Some of this is yours. You need to be taken care of."
"Yeah, well, blame that on your Erus. He's the one who used me as a punching bag."
Trowa smiled, his eyes reflecting the dim light. Duo felt his breath hitch.
"You're the panther that was here yesterday." Duo smiled ruefully. "Got a kick out of keeping me away from the door, didn't you?"
Trowa's smile turned impish. "I'll get Zechs to come in and look at you." He started to rise to his feet.
"No, I have to speak with the others. I'll send him in when I'm finished with them." Heero said, rising.
Trowa inclined his head. "Thank you, Heero."
Heero left the room, pausing at the door and looking back at the four boys who remained. Then he shut the door silently.
Duo watched Heero leave. "Zechs? What can he do?"
"He's a healer, Duo," Quatre said, stretching out on the couch.
"A healer. A witch?"
"No, he's one of the fey," Wufei said, curling closer to Duo.
"Fey. Hummm . . . ." Duo's eyes widened. "He's a fairy? You’re joking, right?”
Quatre grinned. "Nope. He's a fairy all right."
Duo looked stunned. "And you don't find that interesting at all?" He asked, grinning.
"Not half as interesting as you, Duo."
"Uh, right. You just like my ass." Duo coughed, shifting and grunting as pain shot up his side.
Trowa looked at Duo's torn shirt. "We have to take that off. Help me clean your master up, Wufei."
Duo let Wufei help him shrug out of his jacket and shirt, hissing when Trowa prodded his side. "Hey, watch it, that smarts."
"Sorry," Trowa mumbled, running his hands over Duo's stomach. He unbuttoned Duo's pants, sliding his hand in and touching Duo's hip.
"What's this?" Duo asked, quirking his eyebrow. "I think Trowa's trying to strip me, Quatre."
Quatre was watching quietly, propped up on an elbow. "Let him."
Duo's other eyebrow shot up.
"Trowa's free for you to take anytime you want. Invite Wufei to join you, the two of them are stunning together."
"And you'd just sit there and watch."
Duo shook his head even as he arched off the couch enough to push his bloodstained pants down a little further on one side so Trowa could examine his hip. "Is this offer open to everyone, or am I special?"
Quatre's blue eyes twinkled. "You're my friend Duo. And you're special."
"Thanks whole bunches, Q."
"Duo," Trowa rich voice interrupted, "we need to get this blood off you before Zechs comes back. He can heal you faster then."
"Sure, Tro, go right ahead. I'm not above being babied." Duo leaned his head back and closed his eyes, silently telling his head to stop throbbing.
And his eyes shot wide open again when he felt a hot, wet tongue slide over his chest. Looking down, he saw Trowa lapping at his chest, his pink tongue darting out from between his lips. Wufei had one hand pressed on one side of Duo's neck while he slowly licked the blood away from the other side.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Duo demanded as he felt the heat rise in his unbuttoned pants.
"Cleaning the blood off, Duo," Quatre said. "You told them to."
"Hey, whoa, back up. I didn't know they were going to lick it off! Would you two quit that!?" Duo nearly shouted when he felt Trowa's tongue graze his nipple.
"Why, Duo? You like it, I can smell your lust from here. They can too," the blonde vampire said, grinning.
"And you're getting off on the show, Q. Jesus, can everyone smell it when you get a hard on around here!?" Duo said, only half joking.
Quatre nodded. "Pretty much. Let them do it their way, Duo. Enjoy it."
"Enjoy it, my ass. I'd rather a shower, thank you very much," Duo mumbled.
Wufei's eyes lit up. "Is there blood on your ass, Duo? We didn't check there, Trowa."
"Hmmm, you're right. But maybe a bath would be a better idea." Trowa glanced suggestively at the huge marble bath behind the gauzy curtains.
"A wonderful excuse to get him all wet and soapy. Not to mention naked," Wufei added.
Duo groaned, rolling his eyes. "Do you guys ever stop?"
Quatre was busy entertaining notions of Duo and the two shifters in the bathtub. "No, they don't. Just go with it, Duo."
Trowa and Wufei were back to cleaning the blood of Duo. The longhaired man was having a hard time breathing with two shifters crawling over him when the door opened and Zechs walked in.
"My, my. Look what we have here," the tall blonde said happily. "Perhaps I should come back later?"
"No, I don't think," Quatre said, somewhat disappointed. "Duo doesn't seem to be in a frisky mood. Trowa and Wufei were merely getting rid of some of the mess."
"Ah." Zechs didn't look convinced. "They can finish after I look at the injuries."
"Right, whatever." Duo sounded just a bit grumpy.
Wufei scooted back, and Trowa moved to lean on the black-haired man’s legs. Zechs mirrored Trowa's earlier gestures, running his hands over Duo's skin lightly. Duo saw a small glitter in the tall blonde's eye, and wondered if fairies could also detect certain, ah, emotions and conditions.
"Nothing too serious, bruising and slight lacerations. This will only take a second," Zechs said, pressing his hands over Duo's ribs.
Duo felt the throb of pain as Zechs pressed harder, but he stayed quiet. He caught the faint scent of a forest, pine and flowers. The tang of decaying leaves underlay the fresher smells, and Duo felt his head grow light. Zechs ran his hands over Duo's body, murmuring softly to himself. Then he stepped back, and Duo swore he heard the tiny tinkle of bells.
"There, how's that?" Zechs asked.
Stretching, Duo tested his ribs, then checked the rest of his body, ending with his face. "Nothing, it's all healed. Even my busted lip." And, Duo noticed happily, his erection had disappeared.
Zechs smiled. "Excellent. I'll help you anytime you need me. Most of the time I'm here, but if not, ask one of the others. They'll tell you where my house is."
"Hey, thanks a lot. Wait, you do house calls?"
Zechs just laughed, smiling as he exited the room.
"Well," Duo said, prodding his healed ribs, "that's that. Let's go home . . . what the . . .?!"
Trowa had moved back, pressing himself between Duo's legs. Wufei was lapping eagerly at Duo's chest, forgetting about the pretense of cleaning off the blood and sucking deeply on Duo's nipple.
Duo's breath hissed out from between clenched teeth when he felt Trowa's hand close over his groin, touching him lightly through the thin cloth of his boxers.
"Whoa, hey! WHOA!! What are you two doing?" Duo felt blood rush through his veins, and he grew hard under Trowa's hand. He hastily extracted himself from under the two shifters, fixing his clothing and hauling on his ruined jacket.
"I think they're trying to seduce you, Duo." Quatre was lying on his side, a black cushion under his head. "Why not wait and see what they had in mind?"
"Like hell . . . ." Duo said under his breath, forgetting that the shifters could probably hear a pin drop in the next room. "No offense, Tro, but I'm beat, and I really don't want to get my ass kicked again tonight. Zechs might start to think I'm taking advantage of him." He moved for the door, not missing the disappointed look on the green-eyed shifter's face. "C'mon Wufei, let's go. Later, Quat, Tro."
Wufei shot an apologetic look at Trowa, then hurried out the door after his master.
The brunette crawled along the floor, then settled down with Quatre. The blonde vampire caressed the other’s side, shifting so his face lay buried in the crook of Trowa's neck.
"Don't be sad, pet. Duo wanted you, I could smell his lust, and so could you. You'll get another chance." Quatre licked at the soft skin of Trowa's neck, then reached down to cup the shifter’s ass, pressing his lover down on his hardening erection. "In the meantime, how about that bath you wanted so much?" He nibbled on Trowa's neck, hard enough to hurt but not break the skin.
In the dim light, Trowa's eyes sparkled. "It wasn't the bath I was looking forward too, Quatre."
Quatre answered with a soft, promising laugh.
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Duo shivered when the night air touched his bare skin, wishing he had remembered his shirt, even if it was torn. He gathered the jacket around him, stuffing the hastily grabbed holster inside.
They reached Duo's car, climbing in. Duo sat in the driver's seat, resting his head on the steering wheel and closing his eyes. Wufei looked over, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Duo, are you alright? I thought Zechs healed you."
Duo kept his eyes shut. "I don't know if I can handle this, Wufei."
"Handle what? Working with the Erus?"
"No," Duo said with a huff. "All this sex, it's distracting."
Wufei gaped at the braided man, then laughed. "And I thought it was something serious."
Duo started the car, straightening up in his seat. "It is serious." He pulled out into the road. "It's bad enough all I was thinking about was getting you home quick enough to fuck you, but I was honestly considering inviting Trowa along." He sighed. "I wanted him too, Wufei. Both of you."
Wufei's face turned mischievous. He leaned across the seat, casually caressing Duo's chest. He traced little circles around Duo's nipple, then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Why wait to get home Duo?" His hand dipped lower, fiddling with the buttons on Duo's pants. "I could please you now . . . ." Wufei bent his head, nipping at Duo's nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked it deep in his mouth. Hot flashes of pleasure shot through Duo's stomach, straight to his quickly rising cock. He felt his pants come undone, felt Wufei's hand graze teasingly past his erection to cup his balls.
"I'm driving, Wufei . . . ." Duo ground out. "This is not the best time."
"Then drive faster," Wufei said, leaving the small buds alone to trace a wet path down Duo's stomach. He dipped his tongue in Duo's navel, and was rewarded with a low groan of surprise from him.
"Stop it, Wufei. I mean it." Deciding that Wufei wasn't going to listen, Duo stamped down on the accelerator, shooting through the streets, and narrowly missed taking out a fire hydrant in his haste to get home.
Wufei obediently pulled away from Duo, but he didn't remove his hand. He wrapped his hand around Duo's dripping erection, running his thumb over the tip.
Duo fought the urge to arc into Wufei's talented hand, bracing both hands on the wheel and pushing himself back into his seat.
"You're going to get us both killed."
"Concentrate, Duo," Wufei said, pumping Duo slowly.
"I can't concentrate when you're jerking me off!" Duo rounded the corner at breakneck speed, pulling into the parking lot of his building with a screech. He slammed the car into park, breathing heavy.
Wufei crawled into Duo's lap, straddling him and sliding his other hand into Duo's pants. He bent his head, ruthlessly kissing Duo and plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Duo pawed at Wufei's clothing, pushing his hands under the fishnet shirt and raking them down over the bronzed chest. Wufei pressed harder against Duo's lips, and Duo deepened the kiss, sliding his own tongue along Wufei's. Wufei pulled back a little, gasping for breath as he squeezed Duo's cock, moving his hand faster over him. Duo growled low in his throat, lunging for Wufei's mouth. He seized the Chinese man’s lips again; then bit savagely down on his bottom lip. Wufei whimpered, and Duo's brain caught on fire at the sound.
"That's it," he growled, wrenching the door open. The chilly night air of early spring swirled around them as they stumbled out of the car. Duo grabbed Wufei's wrist and slammed the car door closed, ramming Wufei up against it. He ground himself against Wufei, pinning the black-haired man’s wrists above his head.
"I'll fuck you right here, Wufei. I'll bend you over the car and take your ass right now, I swear to God I will . . . ." Duo released Wufei's wrists, grabbing for the ties on the black linen pants.
Wufei's breathing was labored. "Duo . . . Duo! Neighbors . . . your neighbors!"
"Fuck the neighbors!" Duo's fingers found the knot in the ties and fumbled with it.
The Chinese man arched an eyebrow. "I thought . . . you were . . . trying to fuck ME?" He paused between words, gulping air.
Duo finally untied the knot, his eyes cloudy with lust. He dipped his head, biting at the soft skin of Wufei's neck. He bit down hard, and tasted the tang of fresh blood in his mouth.
Wufei whimpered again, surprised at Duo's viciousness, and loving it. He arched up into Duo.
"They're watching us, Duo, your neighbors are watching," Wufei panted.
Duo paused, then grabbed Wufei's arm. "C'mon. Now, hurry up!" Duo dragged the grinning Wufei across the parking lot, fumbling in his pocket for the keys to the apartment. They stumbled up the stairs; then Duo slipped a hand down the back of Wufei's pants, running his fingers along the cleft of Wufei's ass as he struggled with the lock. Wufei was having the time of his life.
The door crashed open, and Duo slammed it behind him. "Bedroom, now!" He ripped Wufei's shirt over his head, then went after the pants. He noticed with a smile that Wufei didn't bother with underwear. Duo shrugged out of his jacket, flinging it to the floor with the gun and holster while Wufei was pushing the bloodstained jeans down. They tumbled onto the bed, hands and mouths everywhere on each other.
Duo pushed Wufei's legs up, baring the Chinese man’s tight entrance. "I have to be in you now, Wu. I can't wait, not anymore. I've wanted you all night."
Wufei spread his legs wide, hooking one leg over Duo's shoulder. "Then don't wait. I'm yours, Duo." His eyes flared. "Mark me again."
Duo pushed past Wufei's entrance, felt Wufei's muscles unconsciously clutch at him, protesting. As soon as he felt Wufei relax them, he drove himself to the hilt in one deep stroke with a harsh groan. Wufei screamed, thrashing his head on the bed. Duo tried to gain control, managed to stop himself from pounding into Wufei right away. The shape-shifter's cries excited Duo, made him want to hear more.
Wufei's head swam. Duo filled him completely, thick and heavy and hot. His insides burned with pain so sweet it was pleasure. He felt Duo brush his sweet spot, and he craved more. Wufei reached up and dug his fingers into Duo's back.
"Move, Duo. Don't wait, move. Hurt me, fuck me!" He lifted his hips, shuddering at the sharp friction it caused.
Duo grit his teeth, pulling back slowly. He felt Wufei's tight heat surround him, then the delicious pressure as Wufei clamped his muscles down around him. He thrust back in, a low groan wrenched from his throat. Duo lost it then, drove himself ruthlessly into Wufei's giving heat. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body, glistening in the moonlight. Duo bent low over the Chinese man, covering his chest with tiny bites, marking him.
Wufei writhed on the bed, dazed with pleasure as Duo pounded into him, striking his prostate. He cried out Duo's name, arching off the bed to meet Duo's every plunge. The Chinese man’s hands fell away from Duo, tearing at the sheets. He felt his body burn, and he shuddered with the force of the pleasure coursing through him. His words dissolved into whimpers when Duo's hand closed around his pulsing shaft and pumped in time with his frantic thrusts.
Wufei held back, delaying his climax. "Come in me, Duo," his said, his breath coming in short gasps. "I want you slick inside me . . . ."
Duo reached for Wufei's hands, pinning them above his head and lacing their fingers together. He viciously drove into Wufei even as his orgasm ripped through him, and a harsh groan tore itself from his throat.
Hot seed pulsed into Wufei, striking the small bundle of nerves inside him in a burning flood. His cry blended with Duo's as he climaxed over himself and his lover, his power crashing over them at the same time. His hands convulsed in Duo's grip, then he fell back onto the bed, spent for the moment.
Duo rolled over, missing the expression of pleasure on the gasping man’s face as he slid out of him. He gathered the shifter in his arms, rapidly mumbling apologies for hurting him.
Wufei pulled away, shaking his head. "Are you deaf, Duo? I told you, you can't hurt me. You can give me brief pain, but that's it. I heal, remember?" He raked his nails hard down his arm, and blood welled to the surface. Then he wiped the blood away, and the scratches were already closing over. "Besides," Wufei said, touching his neck where Duo had bitten him, "I like the pain."
"I'll never get used to this," Duo complained. He reached down and swiped at the sticky come on his stomach. "C'mon, I need a shower. You can wash my back again." Duo got up, untying his braid with one hand. His chestnut hair flowed free, falling well below his ass. Wufei's eyes glowed again with that same light, and he eagerly slid off the bed.
Showering was the last thing on his mind.