Fun Under the Sun

By DragonMage

Notes: Ah, the fourth installment of this little thing. So far it's been:

*Music to My Ears

*For the Love of Mornings...

*Grocery Shopping Together

And now we have this one! *grins* Enjoy everyone!

Vouyerism was never a hobby Heero Yuy had ever considered taking up but it had been hard to avoid, especially when you had something as beautiful as his fiancé, Chang Wufei, to excercise this hobby on. It was a Monday and they had both called in sick. Of course they weren't really sick but Wufei had thought it was best if they took another day off to recouperate from the night before's bout of love making. Wufei wouldn't admit it, but he was sore and needed time to get over it. He wasn't going to walk into the office with a slight limp the next day and be the butt of all the jokes at Preventers HQ for the rest of the week. Heero had simply smiled wickedly and placidly agreed. Currently his tiny lover was swimming back and forth in a large, almost Olympic size pool that their apartment complex offered to the tenants. There were no people around except them so that meant Heero didn't have to do anything drastic to make sure that no one else saw Wufei's body but him.

With smooth, cutting strokes, Wufei moved back and forth lazily yet powerfully. His free style strokes were near perfect, the lightly muscled body looking fantastic in the water. He wore a pair of black swimming trunks and his hair was tied back loosely, allowing a few strands of the dark silk to plaster against the sides of his face and fall over his dark elven eyes. He looked absolutely incredible.

Heero himself was lounging on the comfortable sunning chairs next to the pool, a pair of sunglasses sitting on his nose, watching Wufei while he worked on his tan. Most of his skin color was natural but having spent so much time underneath the sun during the war had darkened it even further to a deep olive color that was strange considering his Japanese heriatage. Of course, he had settled loong ago that he wasn't completely Japanese as he had been raised to think. What Japanese person has Prussian blue colored eyes? Anyway, now that the war was over he wasn't out in the sun as much as he used to be, blowing up things and stuff like that. In order to maintain the tan he sported during the war he had to work on it a little. Of course he wore sun tan lotion at Wufei's insistance about skin cancer but, honestly, he was young and thought himself to be immortal. He wasn't going to die from skin cancer.

"Why don't you come into the water, Heero? It's nice and cool."

Heero snapped out of his thoughts and the light doze he had been slowly slipping into. He sat up a bit and pushed his sunglasses up. The sight of his lover wet and leaning against the side of the pool was a nice one. Wufei's hair was dripping, his eyes bright and his breathing a bit heavy. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he looked tired in that really good way. Almost like after a night--or morning or afternoon, depending on the mood--of wild sex. Chang Wufei would never truly admit to being breathless, though; he was too fit for that.

"No, thank you. You know I don't like getting wet," the Japanese man replied.

"Ah, come on...You get wet in the shower," Wufei argued.

"But that is a necessity and I don't have a choice. Unless of course you want me to smell. I have a choice in this one, though. I'm not getting into the water," Heero said firmly. He loved Wufei but he wasn't going to get wet for him. He loved water as much as a tomcat.

"If you're not getting wet, I don't know why you're wearing swimming trunks," Wufei pouted. He reached up and pushed a thick lock of hair from his face, lips pursed.

"I'm wearing them because I know I look good in them," Heero said baldly, smirking.

Wufei rolled his eyes. "You're so full of it."

"No, last night *you* were."

"Hentai!" Wufei stuck his tongue at him and dove back down into the chlorine rich water.

Heero snickered triumphantly and pushed his sunglasses back down and went back to his sunning. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift, enjoying the pulsing warmth of the sun beating down on him. He absolutely loved being under the sun, feeling the heat of the rays seeping into his body and mind, and seeing the world at it's brightest. Everything was so alive at these times. Summer was definitely his favorite season.

Wufei, on the other hand, liked the cool falls, freezing winters and early springs when everything was still cool, recovering from the cold. Heero had asked Wufei why early in their relationship before his lover ran out of the door to play with the snow. Wufei had simply replied that he liked the feeling of being your in the house, wrapped in a blanket with a mug of tea watching the snow fall while you were warm. Heero hadn't pursued the matter any further since he had seen the child-like glee and anticipation in his lover's eyes and had been unable to delay him any further from enjoying the snow.

Of course Heero also enjoyed the winters. It gave him the best chance and excuses to wrap Wufei up in his arms with a blanket and just hold him close. It always warmed his heart just to be able to hold Wufei, feel that tiny body in his arms, breathe in his light sweet scent and feel that light ache of his heart from the love he had for this man. Having Wufei relax against him trustingly made him want to bury his face in Wufei's hair and just let everything go. His fiancé had an incredible calming affect on him, even in the tensest of moments.

"What are you thinking about? You're so quiet over there."

Heero opened his eyes again and sat up a bit. He pulled off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes at Wufei.

"I was trying to get some sleep," he groused although there was no annoyance or bite in his tone. He was simply too content with the domesticated feeling of everything at the moment.

"You shouldn't, you know. If you fall asleep you'll burn," Wufei said matter-of-factly as he placed his hands on the concerete ground and lifted himself out of the water. Heero watched as the water that had followed him slip off, slicking the swimming trunks he was wearing to mold perfectly around his pelvis and bottom, accentuating them beautifully. Wufei placed one knee on the rough ground and pushed himself out of the water and to his feet. He stumbled a little, getting used to the gravity before walking over to where Heero sat, dripping wet from his hair, trunks and everything else, and plopped himself unceremoniously down on his lover's firm lap.

Heero cried out, shocked by the cold water that soaked through his swimming trunks and onto his crotch. The warmth of Wufei's body quickly sunk in and he was left feeling stunned. Growling, he quickly regained control over himself and tried to push Wufei off him. It wasn't that hard since his lover was so slight but Wufei was strong and threw his leg over, straddling Heero's hips, his knees resting lightly against Heero's sides and hips.

"You don't like me here?" the Chinese man asked, his voice low and husky yet so pure and sweet at the same time. Dark obsidian eyes blinked innocently at Heero, long wet lashes pretty against those soft Chinese cheeks as he smiled coyly at his lover.

"What are you trying to do?" Heero groaned as he reached out and rested his hands on Wufei's slick waist.

"I'm sitting on your lap," Wufei replied, smiling wickedly. He wiggled a little, causing Heero to hiss as his felt himself react to the blatant stimulation.

"You're doing more than that," Heero grunted. He arched slightly, pressing his hips upward against Wufei's warm pelvis.

"Oooh...I'm still sore," Wufei complained even as his hands wandered and gripped Heero's shoulders firmly. He twisted his hips and gasped shortly, eyes downcast and lips parted invitingly. He uttered a soft moan and fell against Heero weakly.

"Then you shouldn't be playing these games," Heero told him mercilessly as he held Wufei down and continued to push upward. "You've got me all bothered now."

"Heero," Wufei protested even as he gently rode Heero's slow thrusts through the cloth of their trunks.

"Do we want to do this out here?" Heero breathed as he held Wufei close, pressing his lips against his lover's soft neck.

"I-I don't know. Inside?" Wufei suggested.

"It's gonna be a long ride up the elevator..."

"Oh," Wufei breathed, flushing a deep shade of red.

Heero smiled and stopped his thrusts, causing Wufei to moan in protest. As exciting as it was, the thought of taking Wufei out in the open, he wasn't going to do that. Wufei was too precious to expose that like. Gathering all the self-control he had left, he pushed Wufei off and got to his feet, pulling Wufei up as he did so. The Chinese man immediately fell on him, sucking softly on his collarbone. He groaned and reached out to stop his lover.

"Wait. When we're back in our suite..."

"Heero," Wufei whined desperately as he let go.

Heero swallowed hard, gathered all their things and pushed Wufei towards the white metal fencing that surrounded the pool. He pushed open the gate and urged Wufei to walk faster as they quickly made their way towards the elevators. Wufei pushed the button to summon the elevator and they waited impatiently for it to arrive. It seemed like forever before it finally did. Once they were inside the elevator, Heero dropped everything and pulled Wufei tight against him for a firm kiss on the lips. It was chaste yet passionate.

Until Wufei reached down and curled his small hand around Heero's cock through the damp cloth.

Heero hissed, unable to stop the slight thrust into that small, soft hand. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment before forcing them open and taking that small hand off his sensitive erection. He lifted the hand up and kissed the silky palm, never releasing it. Wufei watched him, a dazed expression mixed with lust and love, as Heero kissed and nipped at the delicate flesh of Wufei's palm and wrist. The Chinese man was absolutely hypnotized. He couldn't even remember how they had gotten out of the elevator, only that he was in Heero's arms and that they were suddenly in their suite. Their things were scattered haphazardly on the floor and Heero's hands were on his body, Heero's lips were on his neck as he clutched at him, wanting him closer.

Gasping and moaning, Wufei reached down and began to pull away at his wet swimming trunks. It dropped down to the tiled floor of the entrance with a wet 'splop'. Heero wrapped his arms around him and lifted him off his feet, carrying him in the direction of their bedroom only to give up going to there when his need became too straining, and lowered him down onto the soft carpet. Wufei smiled up at his fiancé, opening his arms welcomingly. Heero immediately came into them and for a moment, the Chinese man was happily surprised to find him naked as well, before Heero grounded himself into him. Wufei arched off the carpet with a soft cry and clung desperately to Heero's shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, do you know that?" Heero whispered reverently as he kissed Wufei's cheeks and nose. "And you're all mine."

"Mm...All yours," Wufei agreed, his words slurred. He lifted his hips and moaned wantonly as he felt Heero's hard erection press back eagerly.

Looking down, Heero could only marvel at his luck. A few years ago he would have never expected entering the war would bring him to his beautiful man currently beneath him. He hadn't even expected to live to see the end of the war. But he had and he had found something very precious along the way. He hadn't been a virgin or unexperienced in sex when he had met Wufei. After all, he had been allowed to run wild for a good part of his adolescent life and he was never treated as a child so he had never acted like one. He had had plenty of lovers before since his teacher thought it was best if he didn't have any sexual frustrations during his training to distract him.

But Wufei had been different. The young man had plainly screamed 'virgin' and it was no wonder so many men and women gave him so many looks when they went out to relax, before he and Heero had gotten involved. Of course this innocence had been due to the fact that Wufei had been confined in a quiet place his entire life, surrounded by old teachers and no one else. He hadn't even been able to interact with other kids during his childhood. There was Meiran, of course, later on but that hadn't last and the two had never did anything before her untimely death. To say Heero had been honored when he took the Chinese teen's virginity had been an understatement.

Honor couldn't describe the feeling of utter amazement and humbleness Heero felt when he first slid into Wufei's tight entrance. He remembered the soft cry of pain Wufei uttered as he clung to Heero, trembling, his eyes begging him to make it better. And he did. He had pushed in all the way, causing another whimper of pain to let loose, before he pulled out and pushed back in. Tears had clung to dark lashes as Heero repeated that over and over again until Wufei finally relaxed and began to feel pleasure. Everything after that had been pure magic.

And, now, it seemed as Heero was feeling everything that had been felt during that night again. He loved Wufei with all his heart, couldn't explain why and didn't care to know why. He simply loved the Chinese man. He would do anything for him, die for him, live for him. He did everything he could to make Wufei as happy as the Chinese man made him. So, with Wufei lying underneath him, legs spread invitingly, Heero was more than eager to pleasure his love.

"Heero," Wufei breathed as he felt the ghost of kisses spread down to his neck, chest, stomach. "Oh, Heero...Yes...oh yes..." His breath came in rapid pants, his mind shutting down from the tenderness Heero was suddenly expressing. He could never understand Heero's sudden shifts in moods. One moment he was ready to tear through him, then next he was gentle with him, treating him like fragile class in his arms. But he wasn't complaining.

With smooth and gentle movements, Heero lifted Wufei's legs, pressing them back until his lover was completely and utterly exposed to him, wantonly vulnerable in his position. Wufei was breathing deeply as he watched Heero's head duck down. Then he felt a warm wetness against his balls before it trailed down to his entrance. He nearly died of happiness as he felt Heero's tongue lick and probe gently at his slightly sore pucker. His hands clawed at the carpet as Heero held him down and continued to lick, suck and rim him.

Heero gave the tight entrance another lick before he slowly slid his tongue inside, then pulled it back out. He did it again and again, paying close attention to Wufei's cries and beggings to keep on going, to never stop.

"Heero! HeeroHeeroHeero...Oh gods! G-gods..." Wufei gasped/choked out as he clutched futiely at the short hairs of the carpet. "H-Heero...Yes! Yes!"

Heero smiled warmly as he placed a gentle kiss to the moist entrance. Then he came up and reached over to the coffee table and flipped open a wooden box that innocently sat on the surface. He pulled out a jar of cream and pushed the lid back down, closing it with a soft 'clack'.

"Heero," Wufei moaned, "please..." Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes as Heero prolonged his release with his slow movements.

"Please what, lover?" Heero asked as he twisted the lid off the jar and dipped his fingers into the cool substance in there. It was strawberry flavored. He rubbed the cream between his fingers before reaching down and pressing those fingers into Wufei's entrance. Wufei gasped and twisted, wanting to pull away from the cold touch while craving it at the same time. He wasn't given much choice, though, as Heero pressed a hand to the warm curve of his pelvis and held him down as the fingers dug deeper.

"In me...Please," Wufei begged weakly. His wet hair stuck messily to his head and face, lips red and bruised and shiny with wetness. He reached out and pulled Heero close, kissing him hungrily. "In me...come inside of me..."

"Preparation first." Heero pushed a third finger inside and watched as Wufei threw back his head and wail as he was stretched. "You wouldn't want me to hurt you, do you?"

"Heero," Wufei sobbed. "I don't care!"

"I do."

"Please, please...Take me, fuck me, screw me so hard I can't stand later. Oh gods, anything!"

Heero pulled his fingers out and quickly coated himself but still making sure he was slick all over. He then came over his lover and looked down at Wufei's flushed face. He pressed a loving kiss on Wufei's lips and smiled. He lifted his lover's legs and hissed as he pushed inside all the way in the first thrust. He was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed tightly against Wufei's bottom. He closed his eyes and struggled to catch his breath even as Wufei wiggled and twisted beneath him. He stilled Wufei's motions by pushing even deeper, causing Wufei to suck in his breath sharply and still. Heero was in deep enough for Wufei to feel it in his throat.

"Heero," Wufei sighed happily as he lifted his hips. He finally felt complete. "Come on, lover...Harder?"

Heero grunted. He pulled out and pushed back in. Wufei purred. Shaking his head in amusement, Heero pulled out and pushed in again. And again and again. It was a steady, gentle rhythm but it didn't hold Wufei for long.

"Harder! Faster...Oh please, harder!" the Chinese man begged shamelessly as he wrapped his legs around Heero's waist and lifted his hips invitingly.

"Are you sure?" Heero asked heatedly. "I might hurt you."

"Yes. Oh gods...I'm your's, Heero. You can do with me as you please."

Sucking in a deep breath, Heero felt himself harden until he was hurting. Giving Wufei a chance to take that back, he waited a moment before he began to slam in and out of Wufei's body in such hard motions it could have been mistaken for rape--if Wufei wasn't screaming and begging for more the entire time. The heat and tightness that surrounded Heero's cock was amazing as he pushed in and out, savouring the feeling of Wufei's cushiony insides pressed around his hard member. He moaned and pushed in deeper; couldn't get deep enough. He clutched Wufei closer as he buried himself inside the body of the one he loved over and over again. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he thrusted again and again until he could find his release. In and out. In and out.

With one last thrust, Heero practically growled as his organsm hit him. He pushed in deeper and emptied himself into the warm body, perfectly made to receive his seed as he pumped it out in deep and powerful bursts. Wufei came only a few seconds after Heero, his own cum splashing against Heero's tight stomach and pooling in the soft curve of his pelvis. He moaned, his neck arching as he felt Heero's hot semen move inside of him.

"Wufei," Heero sighed contentedly as he gently pulled his sensitive member out of Wufei's worn entrance. He rolled on to his back, struggling to breathe, while pulling Wufei into his arms. "Mmm...I love you."

Wufei chuckled. "If you didn't love me, I wouldn't let you touch me, Heero Yuy. You had better love me!" He rolled on top of Heero even though his limbs felt as heavy as bricks and placed his head on his lover's chest. He listened to the strong thumps of his lover's heart, feeling at peace with everything in the world. What had he done to deserve such a wonderful person? Heero was perfect for him and he was perfect for Heero. It almost made him believe in soulmates and all that romantic drivel that those romance books were always churning out.

They both sighed and closed their eyes, drinking in each other's warmth and love. The whole apartment was quiet except for the birds that could be heard flying around, chirping cheerfully and the low din of traffic below.

"That was nice," the Chinese man whispered a few minutes later, breaking the silence.

Heero smiled slightly and nodded sleepily. "Mmmhmm."

"I can't wait until we're married, Heero," Wufei whispered even though he knew Heero was slowly falling asleep and wouldn't hear a word he was saying in a few moments. "We can be recognized as a couple in front of everyone, even the law. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"....hmmm...."

"Do you think we can start a family? Maybe adopt? I think that'd be nice. Quatre and Trowa adopted. They love having a big family. I don't want a big family but...I'd like to have a little boy to raise up to be strong, like us. Except he'd be better. He wouldn't have all the pain and regret we all carry. No wars for him. He's going to grow up in the times of peace. What do you think of that?" Wufei stopped, listened to the silence and steady breathing of his fiancé and knew that Heero was asleep. He wondered if Heero would agree to everything he had just said. They never really talked about kids. It always seemed like it was agreed that they both couldn't handle taking care of one. Not with all the strange emotional baggage they carried. But...Wufei liked to dream. He had came from a large family and he always had the idea of having children as a good thing. He didn't want a lot but he did want a couple.

Just as Wufei was drifting off to sleep himself, he heard Heero whisper, "I think that'd be nice."

~*Owari*~

Hey, hey. I finished! Finally! Oh-kay, what do you think?

Started: February 23, 2002

Finished: May 4, 2002