For the Love of Mornings...

By DragonMage

Notes: *grins* Another piece of fluff and lemon involving Wufei and their daily lives. I'm not sure how I wanna take this...But just in case, I'm gonna make this almost in connection with "Music to My Ears". Who knows? If I feel like it and have time, I might make a small collection of just every-day stories about Heero and Fei. Sounds fun, ne?

"The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."

---Walter Bagehot

What Heero Yuy liked best about mornings was the simple pleasure of waking up and knowing that the only person he love in the entire universe is lying right beside him. That he could feel that warm skin against his own, hear that soft sweet breath and feeling those silky strands of hair tickle his cheek. He loved the feeling of his lover wrapped in his arms, their legs tangled together and a thigh pressing against his own. He cherished these moments of content deep in his heart and was grateful for every single moment of them. He wondered if he could ever truly express how much Wufei meant to him, ever. Wufei knew that he loved him and the feeling was returned. But how could Heero ever tell Wufei just *how* much Heero loved him. There were no words to explain it and frustration was always eating away at Heero because of his complication.

He sighed softly, his arms tightening around Wufei's soft body and smiled. Wufei wouldn't be awake for a while. He had learned that the Chinese man could sleep through a war if he was feeling happy and safe.

The curtains were partially open, allowing a bright stream of sunshine to flow into the white washed room, lighting almost everything up. Their room was simple. The queen size bed (covered with dark blue and white sheets with matching pillows and blankets) faced sideways from the door and a chest of drawers made of oak wood directly across from it with a large mirror hanging right over it. On the table of the drawer was a collection of rubber bands, combs, lotions, cologne, tissues, files, and any other odds and ends they threw on it before going to bed every night. In one corner of the room was a small dark wood table with two comfortable chairs pushed underneath it. On top of the table was a vast collection of books, notes, essays, reports, pencils, pens, erasers, Whiteout, and a panda plushie. Wufei always worked on that table rather than in the den because he claimed it was more comfortable. Heero worked in the den. The carpeting was dark and soft, perfecting for making love on althought it did seem to need constant cleaning...

There was a door leading to a large closet filled with their clothing. Uniforms hung in dry cleaned plastic bags on one side while the rest was filled with a variety of clothing that would shock those who had thought they knew the two former Gundam pilots. While Heero seemed like he would always wear a dark green tank top, jeans (or spandex shorts) and yellow tennis shoes they were wrong. Now his wardrobe included T-shirts, tight jeans (that varied from being fine since the day they were bought to being torn in the most daring places), leather pants, leather jackets, Polo shirts, slacks, khakis, shorts, combat boots, loafers, see-through shirts, tight muscle shirts, leather belts with too many silver studs on them, and anything that caught his eye. There was even a basketball jersey somewhere in there. He only had one set of pajamas that he never wore (it was a Christmas gift from Quatre) since he always wore his boxers to bed or nothing at all, depending on Wufei's mood.

Heero's fashion sense ranged from the most normal and casual to the most extreme and outrageous. Unfortunately--or not--his lover seemed to keep it sensible. The Chinese man still wore his traditional outfit around the house or outside at times (old habits were hard to break) that varied in more colors than white. There had been a time when Wufei wore an unbelieveably tight black Chinese tunic with white dragon prints and white silk pants that looked like they were painted on to his legs finished off with a pair of dainty black slippers that made him look oh-so delicate and achingly beautiful. It showed off his slim, sexy build deliciously and Heero had been on the edge of his seat the entire night, fighting the urge to tear the damn tunic off and show Wufei exactly what he thought about his teasing. They were at a reunion for gods' sakes and Wufei had dared such a thing...

But getting back to Wufei's taste in clothing.

Next to the Chinese tunics and pants there were all sorts of dress shirts, flirty tank tops, simple T-shirts, Polo shirts he had "borrowed" from Heero, silk slacks, soft khakis pants, loose jeans that have been through the wash over and over again (damn Heero loved those jeans...They were loose enough so when Wufei was wearing a short top--or nothing--it showed off a beautiful piece of his flesh below waistline), lots and lots of leather dusters and trench coats in different designs in colors of black and white, expensive sneakers, black ankle boots, loafers, cashmere sweaters, stylish yet warm jackets, and a black suit buried somewhere yet neatly in there. The only reason Heero could come up with as to why Wufei wore such expensive things was because, at one time, his sweet lover was a spoiled little boy (*coughcough* still was...). Wufei's clan had been obviously rich and he naturally got everything he wanted. And he still got everything he wanted. Both of them had made enough money to retire by the age of twenty-three not including Wufei's inheritance as the sole living member of the Dragon Clan.

The apartment suite they lived in was beautiful and roomy with a wonderful view of the city they lived in. Every time they pulled open the white curtains of the glass doors leading to the balcony, they could see everything from an incredible distance. It was especially beautiful at night when the whole city was lit up in lights and there was traffic and the world just seemed alive. A person could see almost every single building downtown and the many different stores and resturaunts with people standing outside and mingling. They looked like ants from the view though. But it was still amazing.

Heero was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt Wufei shift slightly in his arms. The Chinese man moaned softly as he pressed himself tighter against Heero, seemingly refusing to get up. Heero smiled wickedly.

"Wufei," he whispered softly in his love's shell-like ear. "Wufei, get up. It's morning and even though we don't have work today, you still have to get up." He paused. "I'm tired of being awake without any company." To make his point, he pulled his legs from the tangle and slid it right between Wufei's legs. He tried not to moan at the hot contact that was being made between the sweet junction of Wufei's legs and his thigh.

Wufei drew his breath in sharply and uttered a small moan but he never opened his eyes.

"Come on, Wufei," Heero tried in his best pleading tone, his husky voice making it seem needier than he really was. Sort of. He pulled Wufei close, pressing soft butterfly kisses on his fiancé's powder soft cheeks and chin. He rolled onto his back, taking Wufei with him so that the petite man laid right on top of him with his soft member pressing hard into his thigh. He hoped that would wake Wufei up. He really needed company right now.

"Heero...I want to sleep," Wufei complained. He slowly opened his beautiful almond shaped eyes and stared down at Heero with a sleepy expression with a layer of lust beneath it.

"But I want to say good morning," Heero murmured as he kissed his lover's shoulder and collarbone. "I want to show you how much I love you."

"Didn't you show me that last night?" Wufei sighed and moaned appreciatively as he rubbed himself against Heero. "Many, many times? I really don't know if I'm all up to it...I'm so sore, you see."

Heero laughed and slid his hands down Wufei's sides, causing him to tremble, before resting on that pert little bottom. He leaned in and whispered, "Liar. I know you're recovery time and you're perfectly fine. This body of yours was trained to take as much as possible without ever wrecking itself."

"I hate you," Wufei gasped as he felt Heero finger his entrance before moving slowly in tiny circles that teased and drove him crazy.

"I know," Heero chuckled. He could feel Wufei slowly become hard and he loved it. His finger never stopped as he listened to Wufei's soft groans and whimpers as he slowly probed the tight hole there. Soon Wufei was making soft sounds of "pain" and twisting against Heero's thigh. He was losing and he knew it but he felt so bad about losing. He should be stronger. But then, he'd like to see anyone else remain strong while having their entrance fingered like that. He clutched at Heero and tried to fight what his mind was screaming at him. He wasn't going to give in...He wasn't going to give him....

Oh damn. Forget it.

"Push it in!" Wufei half-shouted, half-breathed. He almost wanted to cry as he laid there on Heero's chest, suffering that delicious torment. There was no satisfaction with what Heero was doing to him.

With another chuckle, Heero did as he was told. He slid his finger into Wufei's body, loving the easy give of the entrance. Wufei groaned and trembled in pleasure, practically grinding his hard flesh into Heero's skin for some kind of relief. He breathed heavily as he felt Heero's long finger move in and out of his entrance, fucking him. He closed his eyes and whimpered, pushing fast little shoves against Heero's thigh. It was wonderful. Beyond wonderful. The pleasure coiled tightly in his belly, driving him insane as Heero quickened his pace. He allowed soft, wet gasps of pleasure and need escape him, telling Heero exactly what he needed. He could easily feel Heero's hard erection against his pelvis, hot and throbbing. He gathered all his energy and rolled onto his back, bringing Heero over him.

"Fuck me, Yuy," he groaned, his pucker tightening around Heero's finger. "Oh gods..."

"Fuck you how, Wufei?" Heero asked heatedly as he pushed the finger deeper, found the prostate and *pushed*.

Wufei screamed, nearly arching off the bed if Heero hadn't been holding him down with one hand. He fell back, gasping, twisting, his legs falling apart and easily accommodating Heero.

"Tell me, Wufei," Heero said insistently as he continued to rub teasingly at the prostate he had just pushed.

"Ah," Wufei sobbed. "Your...oh...cock...oh please...please..." Begging came so easily when it was in bed.

"Where?"

"In me. Oh yes...Inside of me. Please! Oh please..." Wufei jerked as he felt Heero slide his finger out before coming back with lubricant smeared all over it. The cold gel against his hot body made him gasp and close his eyes. Heero worked two fingers inside of him, stretching his resilient body. It wasn't long before he was ready, loose and open for Heero's penetration. He lifted his legs, bending them and spreading them wide. He sat up on his elbows and parted his lips for a kiss.

Heero smiled and leaned forward to give him one. It was short and sweet, lips barely touching with a flicker of tongue before it was gone. There were some other things to take care of first. Heero squeezed some more of the slick lubricant onto his hand and quickly slicked himself up. While he was doing so, he stared at Wufei. His lover, his fiancé, who was currently in a very vulnerable position that was all for him. When he was slick enough, he moved forward and pushed Wufei back, tilting him slightly and exposing his wet entrance to him. Without any warning, he pushed inside.

His voice suddenly lost to him, Wufei laid there, eyes hazy with passion as he felt himself filled. It was the most beautiful feeling in the entire world. To have his lover pushed so deeply inside of him...Seated inside of him. They were joined as one. He clutched at the sheets and moaned, finally making a noise. He lifted himself up, pushed Heero deeper. He cried out softly as Heero shifted and pushed back.

"Come on, Wufei. Tell me what you want...Everything," Heero said softly as he began to kiss Wufei all over the place. "Anything...What do you want?"

"You just want me to talk dirty," Wufei accused.

"It makes me harder," Heero agreed.

Wufei closed his eyes briefly before opening them and looking right into Heero's eyes. "I want you to fuck me straight in the mattress. No pauses or restraints. Just go. I wanna feel every single inch of you inside of me, branding me, making me yours."

Heero smiled and did exactly as he was told. He shoved into Wufei, pulled out and then slamed right back in. Wufei screamed and clutched even tighter onto the sheets, twisting and begging for more. Heero pounded in and out of Wufei, reveling in the tight virgin feeling of his lover's bottom. Wufei would always been unbearably tight. It was like he was made to be fucked over and over again. His entire purpose was to satisfy Heero. He moved in and out over and over again, just screwing Wufei as hard as he could without hurting him. Wufei welcomed it all. He wrapped his legs around Heero's waist and arched, taking Heero even deeper.

"Oh gods...You're so goddamn hard...so big," Wufei gasped out as he reached up and entwined his arms around Heero's neck. "So good...aaaah....Harder! I want to taste you in my throat!" He moaned and was rewarded with a thrust so hard he saw stars for a moment. He lived for the feeling of having Heero's large cock buried inside of him, filling him so deep he sometimes thought he wouldn't be able to take anymore inside of him. But he always did.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to take any more, Heero fucked Wufei harder and faster. He reached between them and grapsed Wufei's cock in his hand. He squeezed it hard before he began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Wufei's cries became louder and louder as they both reached their release. Heero closed his eyes, gripping Wufei tightly and giving it one more hard tug before he let it all go and came inside of Wufei's hot, receiving body.

Wufei sobbed as he felt Heero's seed rush inside of him, filling him. He arched and gasped, twisting slightly as he also came. His seed splashed against Heero and his own's stomach, against his chest, finally pooling in the slight curve of his stomach. He fell back against the sheets and pillows, panting heavily. His eyes were half-closed and he couldn't imagine feeling any better than he was feeling at the moment. He sighed and slowly began to drift off.

Heero gently pulled out of him and slid up next to him. He reached over and grabbed the soft towel that was always left on the night stand beside their bed and began to clean Wufei up. When he had the last of the slick seed wiped off Wufei's smooth body, and his own, he threw the towel down onto the floor to be washed later. He wrapped his arms around Wufei's pliant body and pulled him up against his chest. Resting his chin on Wufei's shoulder, he easily fell back asleep.

~*Owari*~

And done! *grins* Well...?

Started: January 12, 2002

Finished: January 22, 2002