By DragonMage

Notes: Ah, there's more plot going in this chapter!! I hope you all enjoy it!! *V* Oh, and, heh, there's a lemon...

"There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer."

---Eugène Ionesco, Rhinoceros [1960], act 1

Chapter 7

"Madame. Master Heero sent me to inform you that he won't be able to make the meeting," a raspy voice said from the shadows of the room, bowing before his mistress.

"Why not?" an icy cold voice asked.

"Something came up. He couldn't get out of it."

There was a long pause as the Madame considered these words. Then she raised a hand in dismissal. "Go. I understand."

The Cannibal bowed and left the room.

Madame Une stood there for a long time before she swept around and sat down gracefully on the rocking chair behind her. <Heero, Heero, Heero...What are you doing? And what am I going to do with you when you start disobeying more serious instructions than these?>

~*~

Duo looked up and down the empty alley for a moment before he kicked up a manhole and jumped inside, closing the manhole behind him. He landed gracefully on the dry concrete and looked around himself. He took off his sunglasses and allowed his extra sharp eyes to adjust to the darkness before he started down southward of the sewers.

Heero, his mother and him had set up a little time table. They would have certain attacks on certain days and every few days they would report back to the lair that their mother stayed in and inform her on everything that was going on. He had gotten lucky with Zechs. The older man had a meeting scheduled that afternoon and he would be stuck in a boring conference room for *hours*, allowing Duo ample time to meet his mother and get back to the mansion without being missed. The servants weren't familiar with him yet but enough so that he could get in and out of the mansion without much hassle.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Duo went over the current situation in his head. Yesterday's plans had been perfect. They foiled the entire thing for Wufei and Zechs. Those two would be wondering for a while just who could have tipped off the Cannibals--or if they had been given the wrong information. He almost smirked at that idea until the conversation he had had with Zechs surfaced in his mind. He scowled and tried to push away those thoughts. He didn't like them. They went against everything he had been raised to believe and *know* is true. Zechs was probably lying, without a doubt. Why wouldn't they lie? Surface dwellers were all liars, evil people who threw away their children because they couldn't support them or just didn't like them.

Anger and annoyance boiled inside of Duo but he shoved it down. He already knew what his direction and perspective was. No need to get angry and just blur everything up in his head. He wanted to think straight and think clearly. These next few weeks were going to be trickey and he didn't want to kill Zechs just yet. Or at least not until he got a good lay out of that man.

Duo almost laughed. Zechs was so stubborn! The older man still refused any advances he put on, no matter what. He knew that Zechs wanted him and he was more than willing but the older man had such a strong sense of honor in him that he refused to take advantage of such a sweet offering--and Duo knew what he was offering was sweet. He wasn't stupid or naive, after all.

Kicking a dead rat body out of he way, Duo continued his walk down the sewers, taking familiar turns here and there until he finally reached a door. He turned the knob and slipped inside. He allowed himself to adjust to the new surroundings, taking everything in. He never came here much but his mother had wanted him to come here for their meeting. He didn't know why and he wasn't going to question anything. Instead, he stepped forward and watched as the clouds moved and allowed the sunlight to pour in through the artfully placed windows at the ceilings of the room. This room was under an abandoned building, the windows peeking out from the edges of it.

The entire room was filled with little baskets hanging from the ceilings, on tables and floors...They were everywhere. And inside each basket was a little baby child they had rescued off from the streets and away from a life of poverty and starvation. There were small paths made between each row of baskets, allowing the caretakers to come feed the babies, change them and attend to whatever need they had. Sometimes the room was noisy, other days it was completely silent. He didn't know how babies were supposed to act but he always had a feeling they were supposed to make a lot of noise. Currently the entire room was deathly silent except for the small shifts and turns of the babies as they slept.

"Duo, you're here," a smooth, rich voice came from one side of the room.

Duo smiled and moved past the baskets, careful not to tip any over. He had to duck his head a few times to avoid hitting the ones hanging from the baskets. He didn't want to wake any of them, after all. He stopped in front of his mother who was seated on a rocking chair, looking serene, her glasses reflecting in the sunlight. She was dresssed in her same, dark purple robes, her hair done up in artful buns and ribbons. Sometimes she seemed half-child, other times it was all too evident she was the ruler of the Cannibals and had no mercy when it came to the well-being of her people.

Bowing slightly, Duo greeted his mother. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Madame Une paused for a moment, her expression suddenly slightly thoughtful. "You're brother sent a Cannibal about two hours ago, informing me he couldn't make it. Something came up. Do you have any idea what that was?"

Duo felt a shot of fear for his brother shoot through him. He considered his words before answering his mother. "No, I don't. I'm sorry, Mother, but he never spoke to me about it."

"Hmm...Really? Is there any reason for me to worry, Duo? Heero has never done this before. He always does what I tell him," Madame Une said softly, her voice revealing nothing but slight curiosity. "Why the sudden change?"

<Stupid Heero! What are you doing right now?! Trying to bed Wufei? Bastard!> Duo took a deep breath and calmed himself. He would ease his mother's concerns and then go and *kill* his brother for doing this. <You told me you weren't going to betray her!>

"Maybe something did happen and he couldn't come. We *are* socializing with the Cannibal hunters and they tend to take up a lot of our time and we don't want to be suspicious," Duo said neutrally.

"How were you able to get away?"

"Zechs--the blonde one--had a meeting and I knew I wasn't going to be missed."

"Then maybe Heero did have a valid reason." Madame stood up and smiled. "You're a good boy, aren't you, Duo?"

"Yes, Mother. Of course."

"You know...This fight we have against the humans on the surface is very important. They've taken so much away from us, from you, from me. They took away your family, they took away the Cannibals' right to live a good life, and they took away my sanity." Une's eyes suddenly flared with anger. "I was once a normal young woman until one of *them* betrayed me! Hurt me in the worst of ways...I was driven insane from the pain. But you know what? I didn't let the insanity destroy me. Instead I turned it around and look where I am now. Powerful. And ready to wipe out these horrible beings that call themselves humans! They deserve to die!"

"Of course they deserve to die, Mother. They're evil."

"Evil! Exactly! A disease...a plague...It's destroyed so much around us! Well, it's time to take it back, isn't it?" Une asked, smiling slightly, her eyes a bit wild. She turned and started walking down the small pathways, passing the sleeping infants in their baskets. "Everything is going according to plan. We have all the resources we need. Just a few more weeks and everything will be assembeld and we'll be more than ready to take what rightfully belongs to us, the ones who were wronged in life."

Duo nodded and slowly followed his mother, listening to her every word, knowing they were true. But even as he listened to his mother talk about how they were finally ready and how they were going to take the surface and live a good life, he couldn't help but remember what he had heard from Zechs. He couldn't push away the small doubts, couldn't really pass them off as surface lies.

"We can't have any mistakes, Duo. We have to pull this off without a single hitch. If only one thing goes wrong, we'll lose everything. You have to make sure Heero understands this. When this is done, he's going to be the leader. I will retire, my mind finally at rest. But before I can do that, Heero must be ready to take over my place. He mustn't be distracted, do you understand?"

"Perfectly, Mother."

Madame Une nodded slowly. "I love you all. You're my children and you mean everything to me. I've been doing this for years, since I was betrayed. We might be slightly small in numbers but we can make up with sheer brute strength. I know you're all unaturally strong and fast. I am that way as well. I've worked years to reach this level of strength. And finally we're going to be able to use this strength. They'll never stand a chance against us. They've done nothing to stop us, those idiots. The Government thinks we're harmless because we don't attack too often. But we are are far from harmless. They're going to learn that lesson soon.

"I am happy, Duo. Because I see that my dream is near completion. I have worked for this for such a long time. I am going to show the world exactly what we are and they're going to pay for our pain. That is the goal; to gain justice for what has happened to us." Une stopped walking and tilted her head to the side. A baby was crying. "Now, what is he doing awake?" She weaved through the many small pathways through the baskets and came to a stop in front of a hanging basket where the child was crying. She turned to Duo who was just right behind her. "You see this, Duo? This is disobedience. And disobedience is not met with mercy." She pulled out a slim dagger from the sleeves of her robe and pushed the blade through the child's heart. It stopped crying.

Duo's eyes widened a bit but he forced himself back to neutrality. He knew what his mother meant. His fear for Heero increased ten-fold. He was about to open his mouth and defend Heero when there was a sudden 'twang' sound and an arrow came flying through the air.

Une whirled around and caught the bolt before it could reach her heart. She narrowed her eyes and snapped the bolt in half with her inhumanly strong fingers, her expression cold as she sought out the sniper.

"What the--!" Duo quickly scanned the room, looking for the intruder. His hand dropped to the gun he kept strapped to his hip, his sharp eyes taking in everything. Then he spotted a glimmer of platinum from the ceiling. <Zechs!> His heart stopped for a moment. <Damn! What is he doing here?>

~*~

"Where are you going?" Duo had asked languidly from his position on the bed.

"To a meeting," Zechs lied as he got dressed. He had just received a letter from one of his own contacts, telling him of a lair that was rumoured to be the main nursery where all the children were kept. If he could find that nursery he could blow it all up and take care of the next generation of Cannibals. Of course, he had to get away from Duo first. It wasn't that he didn't trust the young man, but he knew, some how, that Duo wouldn't approve of what he was going to do. The nursery was filled with babies, infants, and he was going to kill them all. <I've already got plenty of blood on my hands. What's more?> He thought wearily as he tugged on his gloves. He was making as if dressing for a business appointment but the minute he was out of his room, he would disappear into another, change again and slip out of the mansion before anyone else was the wiser. He had been doing this for a whlie so he was an expert at it.

"What kind of meeting?"

"Just a meeting. It's going to take hours so I hope you can find something to keep yourself busy. I think I'll be back a bit late and then we can have dinner together. Does that sound nice?" Zechs turned to a mirror and straightened his tie, smiling at Duo's reflection. "We can have anything you want."

"Mmm...sounds nice," Duo said, grinning wickedly.

"Wonderful," Zechs said, nodding. He smoothed back his hair and turned around. "So? How do I look?"

"Delicious. Makes me wanna tear it all off!" Duo said, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Duo..."

"What? Can't a guy have some fun?"

"Not the kind of fun you prefer," Zechs remarked dryly. "All right then. I've got to go. I'll see you later tonight." He grabbed a folder and walked out of the room, closing the heavy door with a soft 'click'. He smiled warmly at the passing servants, making it seem as if he was going to another meeting, like he always did. He took several turns and a set of stairs downward. He reached the garage where a collection of cars and motorcycles were kept. It was all empty since the mechanics had the day off. He slipped into a closet and changed into his 'hunting gear', folding his suit neatly and placing it in a small locker. He slid his sunglasses on and stepped back out, closing the closet door behind him and locking it. He grabbed a set of keys off a near-by work table and got on his motorcycle. He slid the key into the ignition and roared out of the garage the back way.

He drove down the streets, taking the alleys and backstreets to avoid the crowd that was always there in the afternoon. Soon he reached the street he had memorized from the note before burning it. He pulled off his sunglasses and looked down at manhole in the ground. If his contact was right, all he had to do was kick up that manhole and he'd be in the nursery. He sighed and kneeled down beside the manhole, looked at it for a moment before grabbing the holes and slowly pulling up. It was heavy but he manged it quietly. He then grabbed the edge and peered downward.

At first he thought the room was empty until he heard a quiet, feminine voice talk about 'justice' and all that bullshit Wufei sometimes liked to talk about. Zechs almost rolled his eyes. Instead, he stood up and walked over to his motorcycle. He grabbed one of his packs and opened the flap, pulling out a crossbow. His guns were already strapped to his body. He pulled out a coil of rope and looked up. Above him was a metal walk way between apartment buildings. He grabbed a claw from his pack and looped the rope through it before throwing upwards, watching the metal bars easily. He tugged a few times before he was sure it was steady. Then he grabbed the crossbow, tightened up his gloves and slid down.

He stopped halfway, nicely hidden in the shadows. He peered through them, looking for the source of the voices. Then he spotted her, dressed in fancy purple robes, glasses and ridiculous ribbons in her auburn hair. He smirked slightly and raised his crossbow, keeping a firm grip on the rope that was wrapped around his leg to keep his balance.

He fired.

~*~

"Do you really think that's going to stop me?" Une hissed softly and ripped the dagger she had put in the baby out and threw it in the direction Zechs had been. There was a 'thud' as the dagger hit flesh. Duo almost winced.

"Fucking bitch!"

Duo stifled a gasp as he watched Zechs pull out a gun and start firing. The babies started screaming and crying as the loud gun shots echoed through the room, waking and scaring them from their peaceful slumber.

"Stop him," Une hissed beside him.

Duo nodded and pulled out his own gun. He raised it and started firing, but dimly, he knew he was aiming badly, almost deliberately avoiding a clear shot at Zechs. <What is wrong with me? Why can't I shoot him?> He thought frantically as he continued to shoot yet never hitting Zechs.

Zechs, not realizing who was shooting at him, shot back, anger pumping through his veins, the pain in his shoulder where the dagger was lodge making it burn hotter. The baskets holding the babies fell from the ceiling as the bullets ripped through the ropes that kept them there.

"No!" Une shouted furiously as she watched the babies fall. She tried to catch a few but they were falling too quickly. "The children!"

Duo stopped firing, realizing what they were doing. They had to stop or more babies were going to die! He couldn't let that happen; these children were too important to his mother to be killed. He couldn't register any of the feelings churning through him as the basket that had been hiding his face from Zechs dropped. But Zechs was already half way up the rope and climbing out of the manhole and he never got to see Duo's face.

Though he did catch a glimpse of a long, chestnut braid.

~*~

With Mariemeia gone, Sally and Noin taking her to school, Wufei had nothing left to do but just try to relax and recover from what had happened the night before. He was currently laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling when Heero appeared, finished with whatever errand he said he had to go on.

"Yes?" Wufei asked softly, turning his head to face the Japanese man.

"How are you?" Heero asked as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. He reached out and brushed a few strands of hair from Wufei's face, his fingers tingling from the soft touch.

Wufei's skin burned from the slight contact, his heart sped up and he couldn't control the warmth that spread out through him from that simple touch. Suddenly his heart felt tight with anxiety and almost fear, nervousness and awkwardness. He remembered the kiss Heero had given him last night and it made his body tense, stomach twisting, his breathing heavier.

He sat up slowly and looked Heero in the eye, trying to make sense of the man who had appeared out of nowhere, saving his life, thus changing it in small and irrevocable ways. He had never been kissed or touched so intimately before in his life--or at least not by another man who wasn't family. He had never *considered* intimacy with another person as the kiss Heero had given him suggested. He had never felt his body heat up the way it was currently. He wasn't the same anymore, not really. He had experienced what being intimate feels like, being held, comforted, having someone there besides Mariemeia. She was wonderful but could she understand death like he did? She couldn't connect with him on that level, but Heero could.

And he liked it. A lot. It scared him witless! He didn't know what to do, how to do it. His whole life had somewhat centered around swordsmanship, Treize and Mariemeia, reading and, lastly, Cannibal hunting. He couldn't remember anything outside of that. What was he to do?

"Wufei? Are you all right?" Heero asked quietly, looking slightly concerned.

"Why...why did you kiss me, Heero?" Wufei asked softly, a warm flush sweeping across his bronze cheeks. He looked down, his almond shaped eyes fringed with dark lashes that hid ebony orbs.

"I thought it would comfort you, let you know you're not alone," Heero replied calmly even as his heart raced and tripped over itself. He didn't realize Wufei would bring it up, the inexperienced young man didn't seem like he wanted to remember the kiss earlier this morning.

"That's all?" Wufei asked almost wistfully for a moment. Then he blushed harder and looked away. "I...ah..."

Heero smiled, suddenly relieved that Wufei didn't seem to want to push him away. He moved closer and reached out to cup Wufei's cheek, turning him around till they were eye to eye. "No," he murmured, "that's not all. I did it because I care for you. I like you, a lot. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Wufei almost smiled until a stubborn part of himself made itself known. "But we don't even know each other!"

"What do you mean? We might have only known each other for a few days but I do know that I like you, Chang Wufei. I know that you believe in justice, having something wrong righted. I know you care deeply for Mariemeia. I know you have Dragon Blood inside of you. I know you're a very passionate person and things affect you deeply, whether or not you want to admit it. I know you like white since it seems to be everywhere in this house." Heero smiled and leaned closer. "I only know a bit of your past but what I do know just strengthens my conviction that you're a very strong person. What is there to not like?"

Wufei looked down, thoughtful. "I lost my family when I was only fourteen. They died in a mysterious fire. They never did figure out what was the cause. I became the sole heir to the Chang fortune. That's where I get all my money. That and I do involve myself in many things that bring in even more." He paused, considering what he was going to tell Heero and know he could trust the man. "I had a friend named Treize Khushrenada. He was executed for treason against the Government. Mariemeia is his daughter."

"So, you didn't just adopt her somewhere," Heero murmured. <So that's where 'Papa Treize' came from. I guess I don't have a reason to be suspicious or jealous.> He recognized that name, suddenly. In fact, he remembered his mother had been pretty pleased when she heard of the execution. She had laughed and smiled all day, watching the news as the execution was displayed on live TV, laughing harder when she watched the bullets riddled Khushrenada's body, tearing him up. It had been a strange day and Heero had never asked about it since it seemed like a private thing for his mother.

"No, I didn't. You can't tell anyone though," Wufei whispered, shaking his head slightly. "No one is supposed to know. Only Sally and Noin know and that's because they were friends with Treize as well. If anyone knew Treize had a daughter, even after all these years, they'll hurt her. The Government is merciless."

Heero pulled Wufei into his arms. "Ssshh. Don't worry. I would never tell anyone that. I don't want to see her hurt either."

"Thank you," Wufei murmured as he relaxed against Heero, resting his cheek against Heero's shoulder. It felt wonderful to be held in Heero's arms, safe and warm all over. He knew he could stay in them forever.

"Do you feel better?" Heero asked softly as he rubbed his hand up and down Wufei's back, his hand tangling in the long locks of silk.

"A lot, actually. Thank you for listening, Heero. No one's ever done that for me in...a very long time. Not since I met Treize anyway." Wufei smiled and looked up into Prussian blue eyes.

Unable to help himself, Heero bent his head and slowly met Wufei's lips with his own. It was a gentle, hesitant kiss. He didn't know if Wufei really wanted it. But his doubts were quickly wiped away as Wufei leaned up and deepened the kiss. Heero tightened his arms around Wufei's slim body, keeping the kiss gentle and chaste. Or at least they tried to keep it gentle and chaste. It soon became more passionate and demanding, almost needy. Heero ran his tongue across Wufei's bottom lip, seeking entrance that was eagerly given after a moment of realization. Heero smiled as he slowly plundered Wufei's mouth, showing him just how wonderful a kiss can really be.

Hands sliding down from shoulders to clutch at the front of Heero's shirt tightened as Wufei lost himself into the kiss, breathing and tasting only Heero. The world around them melted away until it was only them, that the only important thing was getting as much contact between them as possible.

Carefully, Heero pushed Wufei back down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss as he moved himself over the smaller man, hands cradling the ebony tressed head, crushing their mouths even closer. Shyly, Wufei twined his tongue around Heero's tasting the other man just a bit more, his hands slowly relaxing as he learned how to kiss back properly. He almost wanted to pull away and blush but he steeled himself and told himself that Heero wouldn't laugh at his inexperience and that it was okay. In fact, it was *beyond* okay.

Moaning softly, Heero realized that they would soon need to breathe and slowly pulled away, yet not completely. His lips were still pressed to Wufei's yet there was enough space so they could catch their breath.

But the break was only for a moment before Heero was kissing every available space on Wufei's face, loving the heady taste of the other man's skin. He kissed the side of Wufei's face before moving down to his neck, touching a sensitive spot that caused a soft cry of shock and excitement to fall from Wufei's kiss-swollen lips. He moaned softly and ran his fingers through Heero's hair encouragingly, telling him never to stop with his soft kisses. They were driving him mad with want and need.

Suddenly the clothes between them was too restricting. Without really thinking, Wufei began to tug on Heero's T-shirt, wanting it off.

Heero gasped as he felt what Wufei was doing and pulled back. He looked down into hazy, needy obsidian eyes. Wufei blinked, silently asking what was wrong.

"Are you sure?" Heero asked softly, not wanting what they might do be a mistake. He reached out and gently traced the soft outline of the Chinese man's lips. "I don't want to push you into something without you thinking about it."

Wufei smiled and nodded, his eyes clearing a bit. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm a big boy. I can make my own decisions."

"But this is first time you've ever done this," Heero said, shaking his head.

Wufei tried not to laugh at Heero's seriousness. "What do you want? A written permission? Heero, I'm sure. I want this." Then his own expression turned serious. "I've learned that it's better to live for now than to live for tomorrow. 'Cause you don't know when you're going to end up dead."

"That's pretty morbid," Heero murmured as he leaned down and brushed his lips across Wufei's. Wufei leaned up and kissed him on the corner of his lips. "I know," he whispered. "But I've seen so much death that I can't help but be morbid."

"As long as you're okay with this..."

"And I am."

"Do you have anything...to...ah..."

Wufei flushed and nodded. "Will lotion suffice?"

"It'll do."

"Wonderful." Wufei sat up a bit and and leaned over the bed to reach the small night stand beside the bed. He grabbed the first drawer and pulled it open, grabbed the bottle of lotion and shut the drawer closed. He handed it to Heero and flushed again. "Ah, there you go."

Heero smiled and set the lotion aside for later uses. "Lie back down."

Wufei nodded and did as he was told, making himself comfortable. The vibrant flush was still on his golden cheeks but he didn't feel as nervous as he was before. In fact, he felt pretty nice. It *was* going to be his first time--gods above, he was twenty-two!--but he trusted Heero. They didn't know each other for a very long time but it didn't seem to make a difference in Wufei's mind.

"What first?" he asked teasingly as he smiled up at Heero.

Heero raised an eyebrow. "First, I kiss you." He leaned over and did just that before moving lower. He traced Wufei's jaw line, moved down to his neck where he gently bit down on a small junction, smiling when he heard Wufei's sharp gasp. His lips kissed a path down to the first button of Wufei's shirt. He debated on how to take them off and decided to go the traditional way. He sat up and began to nimbly and almost expertly flick the buttons apart all they way down to Wufei's belly button. Then he reached out and parted the cloth, revealing soft, satiny golden skin that begged to be kissed and worshipped in all those wonderful small ways.

Leaning down, Heero began to plant a series of small kisses all over Wufei's flat abdomen, around his navel, along the edge of his waistband...Then up to his chest, around sensitive nipples and up to his collar bone. The whole time Wufei moaned and whimpered at the small, teasing touches. He arched and gasped, softly begging for Heero to not tease him so cruelly. But Heero merely smiled and ran his hands down the sides of his lover's arms as he moved up for another kiss. He couldn't seem to get enough of Wufei's lips, loving the soft, sweet taste of them. They tasted like heaven and just made Heero dizzy with it.

"Heero..." Wufei breathed as their lips parted. He reached out and slowly slid Heero's T-shirt up, urging the older man to raise his arms. Heero complied and soon the T-shirt found its way on the floor. Wufei sat up a bit and slid his own shirt off and threw it down to join the T-shirt. He then laid back down on the slowly warming sheets and smiled up at Heero, his whole manner deliciously inviting to Heero's touches and kisses.

<Absolutely beautiful,> Heero thought as his fingers played with Wufei's waistband, tugging playfully and suggestively as his warm hands pressed on the tops of Wufei's thighs. His fingers then moved down to the botton and zipper of Wufei's pants. He toyed with the button a bit before flicking it open. Then he grabbed the zipper and pulled it down with achingly slow patience.

Wufei could feel ever bit of the metal teeth pulling apart as the front of his pants slowly parted. He moaned. His straining erection couldn't get enough friction for any sort of satisfaction; it was so frustrating! He wanted to reach out and grab Heero's hands, pull down the rest of the zipper and wiggle out of his pants just to get some kind of relief, but he didn't. This was Heero's game, he would let Heero play it--for now.

Carefully taking Wufei out of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers, Heero became aware of his own clothing. He was painfully overdressed. To remedy that, he kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his pants, having none of the ceremony he had performed on Wufei. He smiled and brushed unruly locks of dark brown hair out of his eyes as he watched Wufei breathe heavily, trying to control his breathing.

"See anything you like?" he asked mischievously as he slid his body over Wufei's, settling easily between parted legs.

"I see a lot to like," Wufei murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the dark skin revealed to him after the T-shirt and pants disappeared, leaving only a pair of briefs. <How can he wear briefs and look perfectly fine? Doesn't it hurt?> His cheeks flushed deeply at that thought, although he could feel Heero's desire rather prominently against his thigh.

"Good to hear that," Heero whispered. He began kissing Wufei again.

Before long they were ravishing each other's mouth, unable to get enough. Their hands wandered every where, touching anything they could reach, and pleasing each other with small delicious touches that had both of them trembling from hard fought control. Their underwear had disappeared somewhere along the way of brushing touches and they were naked, touching skin to skin, burning and branding each other with kisses.

Heero moved down until his lips were just a breath away from Wufei's arousal. He looked up to find the young man staring at him, eyes bright and full of desire and need. He smiled before lowering his head and taking the tip into his mouth.

"Heero!" Wufei gasped as he felt he the moist warmth close around him. He moaned deeply and clenched fists full of bedding in his hands. He tried to lift his hips but Heero placed a strong hand on his pelvis and pushed him back down. "Oooh...Heero..." He was being slowly driven insane as Heero slowly took him deeper and deeper into his mouth. Wufei threw his head back and nearly screamed as Heero started sucking slowly, almost painfully, but in such a wonderful way. His vision blurred from the intensity of pleasure for a moment. Then it cleared and he was twisting and withering underneath Heero's mouth, needing more friction but mindful not to choke Heero. His face flushed and clutched the sheets harder, somewhere in the back of his mind amazed at what he was currently engaged in.

Then everything exploded and he came.

Having been prepared for that, Heero swallowed easily, not really tasting the stuff since it hit the back of his throat and not his tongue, but as he pulled away, he did so with a slow suction, milking the rest of Wufei's semen onto his tongue.

Sitting up, Heero smiled and kissed Wufei, letting the other man taste himself on Heero's lips and mouth. Wufei moaned softly, his hand reaching up from its deathgrip on the sheets to run itself through the thick strands of Heero's unruly hair.

"Heero," he breathed softly as their lips parted.

Heero smiled warmly. "Are you ready?"

Wufei nodded and laid down, relaxing against the warm sheets and pillow. "Please."

Reaching out, Heero caught the bottle of lotion and sat back a bit. He popped the top open and slowly squeezed the slick stuff onto his palm. He placed the bottle down and warmed the lotion in his hand before reaching down and swiped at Wufei's entrance with the warm lotion. Wufei gasped and tensed slightly at the strange and new sensation of being touched down there. After a moment, he realized Heero had stopped his ministrations and relaxed, telling the other man silently that he was okay and to keep going.

"This'll hurt a little," Heero warmed as he probed gently at the warm entrance before he slowly pushed in, his slick finger easing into the heated tunnel as painless as possible.

Wufei gasped and arched slightly, startled by the touch. "Ooooh..."

Pulling out a bit, Heero pushed back in but with two fingers this time. He carefully watched Wufei's expression as he gingerly spread the entrance with two fingers. Wufei inhaled sharply and winced slightly but said nothing.

"You can tell me when it hurts too much. I'll stop," Heero murmured as he continued to stretch at the wet, slick hole.

"It's just...new," Wufei breathed softly. It did hurt but he didn't want Heero to stop. It hurted in a good way--sort of. He knew he could live through it. He had been through worse pain before. Of course it was nothing compared to this secret, intimate pain of being prepared for...this. He flushed as Heero pushed his fingers in deeper. It was so strange, feeling something inside *there*, a place where no one had ever touched him. He trembled slightly, unable to stop himself, then jerked as Heero touched a tender spot inside of him that sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

Smiling, Heero took the slightly jerk and cry of pleasure as encouragement and pressed his fingers against the moist, spongy area again, watching as Wufei arched and cried sharply. After a few more moments, he figured Wufei was ready. That and he didn't think he could wait anymore. He quickly slicked his member with some more lotion, shivering slightly from the coolness. He had forgotten to warm it.

"Ready?" he asked softly as he lifted Wufei's long, slim legs and wrapped them gently around his waist. He leaned forward and kissed Wufei on the lips.

"Yes..." Wufei breathed, nervous and excited at the same time.

With one gentle stroke, Heero pushed inside. The ring of muscles tried to force him out, but he just pushed past them until he was buried deeply inside of Wufei.

"Aaaah!" Wufei gasped, tears stinging his eyes. He laid there, legs wrapped around Heero's waist, firmly impaled on Heero's member. It was...incredible. But it hurt as well and he had to take many quick sharp breaths to fight back the wave of deep coming from inside of him. He felt dizzy and unwound at the same time. He couldn't think properly for a moment as his body adjusted to the sudden entrance.

He hadn't even realized Heero had started moving but the next thing he was aware of was amazing, unbelievable pleasure. Each stroke into his body caused him to cry out sharply, his limbs tightening around Heero's body, his back arching, lifting a bit off the bed. His head fell back, long strands of black silky pooling onto the pillow beneath him. He moaned, soft sobs made of strong emotion falling from his lips, as Heero gently rode him.

Wrapped in such a tight, warm heat almost undid him completely. He breathed deeply, his thrusts long and hard, filling the sweet body beneath him. He uttered a soft moan as he took Wufei, his member trembling inside of Wufei's body. He tried to make it last as long as possible but it wasn't long before he was losing control, his thrusts faster and less controllable. It didn't help Wufei responded to every single touch and brush of skin, stroking the fire and passion between them to a higher degree.

"Oooh...Heero!" Wufei cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. He clung to the other man harder, his fingers digging into Heero's shoulders. He was at loss as with reality as Heero made love to his body. This was so new, so different. And his body was so sensitive to every single movement of Heero over him. All the desire building up inside of him suddenly spilled over and he came as Heero pushed in again. His passion spilled over, splashing onto Heero's chest and stomach, pooling in his own flat stomach.

Heero closed his eyes and uttered a soft groan as Wufei tightened around him, pushing him over to the edge. He thrust in hard, his body ridged with his sudden, powerful release. He felt Wufei arch against him as he filled the smaller man's body with his seed, burning him from the inside out.

He held himself up for a few moments before slowly pulling out and rolling over so he didn't collapse on top of Wufei, thus avoiding crushing him. Breathing hard, Heero turned and pulled the dazed and limp Chinese man into his arms. He brushed a soft kiss across the smooth, golden forehead and closed his eyes, trying to recover from the incredible orgasm he had just experienced.

After a few minutes, he heard a soft 'thank you' before they were both pulled down into the Dreamrealm.

~*Owari Chapter 7*~

Yes, it took a bit of a while to get this thing out. Why? Because the lemon scene was giving me hell. I just couldn't seem to write it. *sweatdrop* I was tempted to cut it and just leave it as a lime instead or something. Just to make it easier! But, I promised a lemon, and so there it was! *V*