Music to My Ears

By DragonMage

Notes: This is just a snippet of daily life between Wufei and Heero. That's why it's a PWP. It's also a bit different from what I've done before. I don't know. It seems like my writing has taken a little shift and change. Tell me if you like it!

(And I know, I haven't written in the longest time. I have the worst writer's block ever and as soon as I get over it, I'll start up the other stuff that I've been working on. Until then--I'll try and do little stuff like this to get my brain working and to keep you peeps entertained.)

Pairings: 1x5

Warnings: After EW, PWP lemon

Disclaimer: I do not own the GWing boys

Archive: Original Sin 1x5|5x1, and anyone else who wants it, just email and ask!

"Music is well said to be the speech of angels."

---Carlyle

~*Music to My Ears*~

He watched as he played, small golden hands moving across black and white keys of the baby grand piano in one corner of their apartment suite. They lived at the very top of the apartment complex, their accommodations taking up the entire floor. It had been pretty expensive to lease such a place, especially on Earth, but it had been worth it. Worth the look of delight on his face when presented with the key and then given the tour of the beautiful place. They had decided against getting an actual house since, quite frankly, they moved around too much and having a place that they could easily move out of it was much more simpler than having to deal with real estate and contracts, etc., etc. They had enough money not to really worry about the rent and they had a housekeeper that came to the apartment once a week to make sure it was tidy, even when they were there or not. It was kept in good condition and a wonderful place to come back to at the end of the day to call home.

And now he was seated on the couch, his lap top on his knees but ignored, listening to his love play. He never knew his love had mastered the piano at one time in his life. It had been a surprise when he sat down on the piano at the Winner residence one Christmas party and began to play some old Christmas songs. Some were familiar and were sung along to while some were forgotten or unknown yet still invoked the same emotions of warmth and peacefulness like any other carol. His skill was amazing even though he had admitted to not playing for years since the war began and ended. But his long, slim fingers moved gracefully across the keyboard, strong yet slightly unsure as he felt out the music. He had had the most sweetest expression of contentment on his face when he played and he looked like an absolute angel on the velvet encased seat, dressed in blacks and whites with his hair falling into his eyes.

The piece he had been playing slowly came to an end. There was a slight pause, a shuffling of sheet music, and then another piece started up.

Standing up from his seat, Heero placed his lap top down and walked over to where his lover. He stood behind him, bending over slightly, watching the fingers move for a moment before he bent his head and began to gently kiss at the exposed neck and shoulders. The shirt his lover was wearing was loose, white and didn't hide much. It was warm in the living room and they hadn't bothered with the air conditioner. Something Heero was pretty happy about since it meant his love walked around the place half-naked most of the time. Naturally he wouldn't do it anywhere outside of the privacy of their home. Heero was perfectly happy with that, of course. It simply meant no one else got to see exactly how beautiful Wufei was but him. He was very content with that.

"What are you doing?" a low murmur asked as the delicate neck tilted slightly, exposing more of his neck. Wufei smiled slightly, his eyes falling half-lidded. This didn't effect his playing at all as he continued to play the familiar piece. He didn't need the sheet music but it was just comforting to have it there just in case he did forget a note or two.

"Kissing you. Aren't I allowed to do that?" Heero asked softly as he placed his hands on Wufei's shoulders, a simple gold band winked up at him from his ring finger. "After all, I am your fiancé." He massaged lightly on the thin shoulders before sliding his hands down the bare arms, feeling the soft satin skin against his own, slightly calloused palms and fingers.

"Naturally," Wufei replied in the same low murmur. "But...I'm playing."

"You're always playing. It doesn't hurt to take a break and attend to my needs," Heero whispered as his lips moved over the delicate skin behind Wufei's ear...then the tips of his ear...

Wufei laughed, a low husky sound that sent a jolt of desire through Heero's body as he continued to slowly kiss his way down the side of Wufei's face, his hands sliding lower and lower until they moved over Wufei's wrists to rest on his hands. The music stopped and Heero curled his fingers, capturing those small hands in his own. Wufei submissively allowed his hands to be taken, his head and body turning slightly so Heero could kiss him gently on the lips. His eyes slid closed and he felt Heero's hands release his own only to wrap around his body and lift him off the piano seat.

"And...what exactly are your needs?" Wufei asked teasingly as he slowly opened his almond shaped eyes.

"I would think you'd already know that. What kind of lover are you?" Heero murmured as he pulled Wufei closer, sliding his leg into the snug junction between his lover's legs. Wufei's soft pants rubbed against his own jeans, creating a slight friction that caused the smaller man's dark eyes to dilate and widen in desire. His warm breath caught just slightly and his lips parted to control his breathing.

"Mmm...Last time we did this, I was half-drunk on that wine you insisted I have..." Wufei breathed. "You know I have no tolerance to alcohol..."

"It was fun and you remembered almost every detail," Heero pointed out as he leaned down and nibbled slightly on Wufei's soft bottom lip.

"Almost. I think I passed out near the end," Wufei chuckled.

"You did. I was a bit disappointed but I was too...satisfied to care by then."

"You are a bastard, do you know that?" Wufei laughed, his eyes suddenly clear. He smiled and pressed himself tighter against Heero's leg, slowly shedding his lethargy. He always felt a bit slow and drunk after drowning himself in his music. Heero always liked to take advantage of him during those times because he always felt...looser.

"Of course. And you wouldn't have it any other way. Come on...Bedroom?"

"I don't know...I mean, the bedroom? It's not even dark yet." Wufei leaned up and kissed Heero deeply on the lips, waiting until his love was distracted enough to loosen up his hold on him before slipping out and move quickly towards the kitchen. "Besides, I'm hungry."

Heero groaned in frustration and went after his slippery little koi. "Wufei...You've been playing since six this morning and I've been working on the damn report since seven. It's now one in the afternoon and I really, really think we should take a break and just relax." /And I really shouldn't have bought him that damn piano,/ he thought ruefully. /Ever since we got it, he's been obsessing it with, never stopping to play. I mean, honestly, it's worst than his katas. Which he still does before he plays.../

"And what is your idea of relaxing?" Wufei asked, his voice laced with amusement. He stepped onto a little stool that Heero had made for him when reaching for the cabinets had became somewhat of a *ahem* chore. He wasn't exactly the tallest person on Earth or in the colonies and he didn't know who's bright idea it was to make the shelves so high.

"Well," Heero began as he watched his love look through the many cabinets of their kitchen, his tight bottom accented by the stretch of material over them each time he reached up to search or grab for something. "There's you and me and a bed involved. Unless of course you're feeling flexible today, we can go for the bathroom...living room...kitchen table since it's so close." He moved past the kitchen table and over to Wufei, his eyes still glued to that sexy bottom moving enticingly in front of him.

"Sex, sex, sex, that's all you think about. And my poor bottom is what has to suffer through it," Wufei complained teasingly.

Heero reached out and lightly traced the smooth curve of a cheek and smirked. "Oh, I really don't think it's suffering..."

Wufei stopped and shivered at the erotic touch. "Oh?" he questioned a bit breathlessly, his search for food temporarily forgotten. "Then what is it?"

"I'd say it's pretty pleasing, wouldn't you?" Heero wrapped his hands around Wufei's small waist and brought him down from the small step stool. He brought his face close to the shorter man's and kissed him softly on the lips. "Why are you being such a tease today?"

"Because it's fun to see you squirm and beg for my attention," Wufei replied cheekily. "It makes me feel loved and wanted. With all the work you do on your precious lap top, a boy's bound to feel left out."

"You are never left out, Wufei. Never," Heero told him as he pressed another kiss, deeper against those soft, moist lips. "I'm as hard as a rock right now and you're the only one who can help me with that little problem."

Wufei grinned up at Heero, leaning forward to press his pelvis against Heero's "little" problem and grinded juuust a bit, elicting a small groan from the other man. "I really think you're exaggerating," he drawled slightly as he casted his eyes down a bit. "It's not little at all."

"I take that as a yes?"

Wufei smiled softly, eyes on Heero. "It's always a yes."

"Good." With that said, Heero swept Wufei into his arms and headed for the bedroom. "After all, when it's almost time for us to get married, I won't be able to see you for an entire night and a morning before the wedding day. Do you know what it does to a man when he can't see the object of his love and lust for that long??"

Chuckling, Wufei gave his honest answer. "I think you're spoiled. You didn't seem to mind missing me for days a year ago."

"That was before we fell in love and got engaged," Heero pointed out.

"But you were still screwing me then."

"Making love, not screwing."

Wufei smiled as they stepped into the bedroom, Heero reaching out to kick the door closed. The apartment had no one else living in it but them. Only a natural habit of closing doors for privacy kept them from leaving it open. They were just too used to it to.

"You loved me even then?" Wufei asked skeptically as Heero carried him over to the bed.

Heero gently lowered his precious cargo onto the bed. "I've loved you for as long as I've known you."

"That was during the war."

"I know."

"You didn't love me then."

Heero smiled and straddled Wufei across the hips, sitting down gently, putting most of his weight on his knees and calves so he didn't crush the man below him. He reached out and began to slowly undo the tiny white buttons of Wufei's shirt.

"Yes, I did. I just didn't tell you then."

Wufei smiled wistfully. "Really?"

"Do you love me?"

"I'd die for you."

"Then no more questions. I don't know why you're saying such morbid things. It must be all that music you play..."

"I thought you liked it when I talked?"

"Only when you talk dirty, Wufei." Heero smiled wickedly and continued with his work on the buttons. He knew Wufei wore these kinds of shirts around the house simply to frustrate him. He couldn't count the number of times he had torn them (thus scattering ALL of those damned little buttons) during the heat of passion when he wanted nothing more than to strip Wufei naked and have his way with him. Naturally, there would be a little arguement afterwards with Wufei demanding he fixed his shirt. But the Perfect Soldier didn't sew (even though he knew how to), so there was a nice pile of torn shirts lying in the back of the closet. Wufei refused to sew, saying it was a woman's job. He just bought more shirts and kept them away just in case.

"You're not going to tear my shirt this time, are you?" Wufei asked, smiling as he playfully tapped his fingers on Heero's thighs. "I really hate it when you do that."

"Then stop wearing these kinds of shirts," Heero told him as he finished off the last button, congratulating himself on his patience this time, and pulled the shirt off Wufei's body.

"What if I stopped wearing clothing period?"

"Then we'll never get any rest." Heero bent down and began a sensual worship of Wufei's smooth, hairless chest. He just loved the satiny feeling of skin against his own. He knew Wufei wouldn't admit it, but the Chinese man kept his skin smooth as silk by using expensive soaps and lotions. Of course, *he* wasn't going to complain; he liked it too much to do so.

"You really are overdressed," Wufei remarked as he sat up slightly and began to tug on Heero's T-shirt.

"You talk too much," Heero told him. He pulled back and ripped off his shirt before leaning forward and kissing Wufei on the lips. "Aren't you ever going to stop? Or have you been taking lessons from Duo?"

"Mmm..." was Wufei's only response as he melted into the hot kiss, loving the gentle sucking of Heero's mouth on his tongue. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, trembling as hot skin met hot skin. He wanted to wrap his legs around Heero's waist and just enjoy the feeling of his lover against him, between him, in him. Of course that could only be accomplished if they were both naked. He was dimly aware of reaching out to undo the buttons and zipper of Heero's pants, knowing only satisfaction when his hand came into contact with Heero's flesh. Thank the gods his love had something against underwear.

Heero pushed against Wufei, desperately wanting the friction as he lost himself into the kiss, the small hands on his body and the warmth pressed against him. He quickly tugged off Wufei's snug pants, the tight underwear. Then the Chinese man was laid out in his naked glory. Beneath him.

Hot.

That was the only word Heero could think of as he felt Wufei moving beneath him, twisting up and kissing him passionately. And those damned hands...All over his body, brushing up against his bottom...between his cheeks and then down to his thighs. He damned them for their fleeting touches, mimicking those of a shy virgin under his first lover. Something Wufei was anything but. Heero had remembered when Wufei *was* a virgin. Even then he had been a bit aggressive.

Releasing his own hold on Wufei's body, barely noticing the red imprints that his hands had left, he caught Wufei's wrists and pulled them back, pressing them against the cold metal of their bed. Wufei whined softly, disappointed at being restricted yet excited by it at the same time. Heero reached out and pulled open the drawer of the night stand beside the bed. He reached in and searched around for a moment before finding the silk scaf Wufei had thrown in there one odd day. He pulled it out and quickly wrapped it around Wufei's wrists. He held the other man down with his body, stopping all resistance as he wrapped the remaining lengths of the scarf to the metal bars of the bed. He tied it tight, using a trick knot that could easily be unloosed--by the captor.

Wufei moaned, tugged at the restraints and tried not to smile. He looked up at Heero through long, thick lashes, seemingly pleading silently with his lover to release him. Heero didn't even bat an eye as he moved down lower, his tongue licking and sucking on the wonderful skin offered up to him. Wufei cried out softly, arching just a bit as he tried to encourage Heero to touch more skin.

Reaching up, Heero kissed Wufei deeply while his hands moved lower and lower...Until he reached those strong, smooth thighs. He caressed them lightly before moving inner, touching that sensitive skin there yet never coming near the proof of his lover's desire. Wufei cried out, trembled and shuddered as he lifted himself, begging for more, his mouth opened to Heero's assualt there. Heero merely continued with the same, slow strokes.

"Oh gods...please...oh please..." Wufei panted as he broke his mouth away from Heero's and arched. "Please." His voice nearly broke with need.

"Losing control so quickly, Wufei?" Heero teased, his breath hot against Wufei's neck.

"You've got me tied up and you're touching me. What do you expect?" Wufei moaned wantonly as he spread his legs a little, blatantly inviting Heero to do whatever he willed. His eyes fell closed and he panted, heavy sounds that caused Heero to harden even further. Almost till it hurt. He pressed himself down, touching the burning skin beneath him, just relieving a bit of the pressure. He grunted softly and clutched at Wufei's thighs, and did it again.

Wufei's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in quick gasps as he felt Heero pressing down on him yet giving him no release, no true pleasure. He wanted to tear his arms down from the restraints but at the same time would happily remain in them. He was torn. So he was left merely to moan, voicing his wants even as his lover kept it from him.

Sliding down the slim body, Heero kneeled between Wufei's legs. He smiled appreciatively at the long, golden legs spread out and bent slightly for his pleasure. He caressed them slowly, watching Wufei's expression. The Chinese man was flushed, panting and looked ready to scream from frustration yet die of it at the same time. Heero smirked. He knew Wufei was hotblooded--very hotblooded. He had no idea how the hell Wufei retained his virginity with such passion rushing through his veins, begging for it to be used someway, somehow. The first time they had bedded, he had been surprised at the pure need the Chinaman expressed, as if he was never going to be satisfied.

Licking his lips, Heero gave Wufei a clear idea of what he was going to do with him. Wufei smiled and lifted his hips just a little, daring, begging...Just wanting. Learning down, Heero gave the head a quick lick, listening to the low moan, before he began to suck it, just a bit. Wufei tried to press himself all the way into Heero's mouth but the Japanese man would have none of that. He reached out with one hand and pressed Wufei down while he slowly continued to suck the pulsing shaft into his mouth. He sucked and licked his way down like he would a piece of candy. He finally had to fight the gag reflex and practically swallowed the entire thing.

Wufei wailed.

And cursed. And sobbed.

Listening to those delicious sounds was better than any classical piece Wufei could play on his piano. /Music to my ears.../ Heero smiled around his mouthful and sucked. Hard.

"Oh god...oh god...Harder! Heero...Heero!! *My* god..." Wufei praised as he laid there, sweating, hot and just wanting more of Heero's heat around his length. He couldn't run his fingers through Heero's hair so he did the next best thing. He raised his legs, cradling Heero's head between them, and gently caressed Heero's thighs and legs with them. "Oh Heero..." He felt something tighten in him, coiling and coiling. He knew he was going to come soon, felt it in his stomach as *something* became heavier and more dense inside of him. He was ready to let it all go when Heero released him.

He sobbed, gasping, as little tears ran down the side of his face. To be suddenly left! How cruel! He clutched at the bars around his hands and cried out almost pitifully, begging for Heero return in a sweet voice, to give him what he wanted: his release.

But Heero just shook his head. He reached over Wufei, back into the drawer where he had taken the scarf from, and pulled out a small bottle of sweetly scented lotion. He didn't know what kind of scent it was but he knew it was good. Wufei applied it to his hands every night before bed. He popped open the top and squeezed a right amount onto his fingers. He placed the tube down and smeared the stuff around before he reached down, lifted Wufei's hips a bit, resting his legs on his thighs, and *touched* him.

"Aaah..." Wufei choked out as he felt the cold lotion touch his puckered entrance, teasing it with slow circles before slowly pushing *in*...only to pull away and repeating the process. He trembled, clutching at his restraints as he felt Heero tease, torture, and probe at him over and over and over again. When he thought himself unable to take it anymore, Heero pushed in. All the way. He felt himself clench involuntarily around that single digit, body trying to adjust to the sinful penentration. He slowly relaxed his muscles, releasing it only to have two shoved up. He cried out, twisted, and gasped. Then...

Three...

Four...

Oh gods. He wouldn't be able to take anymore inside...Could he? Heero had never, ever fisted him before. He gasped, waiting, wondering. Then the fingers were gone, done with stretching him. He closed his eyes, head tilted back. He didn't know if he should be disappointed or not. It would have hurt but...maybe a good hurt? He didn't know. But the didn't care when the next thing he felt was Heero's firm tip against his entrance and Heero's hands on his wrists, untying him. Immediately, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, reaching up for a kiss. He was almost there when Heero pushed into him. He arched, kiss forgotten as his body faced a new envasion. Something that came in a very firm, long and thick form. He had had this in him many, many times but he could never get over the size of it, inside of him, pushing into him, ready to pummel him into the mattress.

He moaned. Loudly. Lustfully. He felt his legs being raised, his flexible body bending and folding easily to those gentle commands. He felt them propped onto strong shoulders, and his body bent. It came in deeper, pushing in and in and...oh gods...He lost control and pushed back. It was in. All the way. Deep inside. Touching him. Fucking him. Oh definitely fucking him...

Heero groaned, closing his eyes briefly as he felt his firm length engulfed into that wonderful sheath that was practically made for him. He grinded himself into Wufei, listening to those little gasps, cries and groans. He was in so deep, so very very deep. All he wanted to do was push in and pull out over and over again, roughly. If only to satisfy his need. He pushed again. Listened to the soft moan issued from swollen lips, a little thing that drove him crazy.

He didn't need to be told when Wufei was ready. He just knew. And soon he was pulling out, and slamming himself back in. Skin met skin, and he was driving into the sweet, open body beneath him. Wufei was his. All his. No one else's. Death to anyone else who touched or claimed this body in anyway. He belonged to no one other than Heero Yuy.

And he marked him, branded him with his touch, his need. He drove himself as deep as he could go every single time, loving the feeling of that tight ass wrapped around his steel, slowly milking it, as the precum slicked the way even further. He lowered Wufei's legs down to his waist and held onto the hips, knowing he was brusing the soft skin there but not caring. Wufei was his to do with as he pleasd. He leaned forward, pressed Wufei's lips to his own and just let go. He screwed, fucked, loved Wufei into the mattress, pressing in so deep Wufei was practically screaming himself hoarse from the intensity. And loving every bit of it.

Heero didn't even need to touch Wufei for the other man to suddenly come. And all over the place. The milky white substance pooled in the soft curve of Wufei's belly, slipping down and staining the fresh sheets underneath. Wufei fell back, smiling softly as he felt Heero continue to drive into him over and again. He spread his legs even further, reaching out to bring Heero closer, loving the entire feeling of being taken by his lover.

With one last push, Heero came inside of Wufei. His hot semen rushed into the Chinese man's body, filling it. Wufei moaned and clenched around him, bringing him closer as he unloaded again and again into that wonderful body. When he was finished, he slumped forward and rested against Wufei's chest, breathing heavily as his eyes slid closed. He was still buried so deep in Wufei there was no way he could easily slip out. He just rested there. Slowly pulling his energy together enough to move.

Wufei was merely smiling contentedly as he ran his fingers through Heero's unruly hair, breathing heavily while whispering sweet nothings to his lover.

"I love you so much...You're so wonderful. So damned wonderful. Incredible...I love you...," he murmured over and over again.

When Heero was strong enough to move, he did. He sat up and slowly, gently, pulled himself out of Wufei. He reached down and fingered the recently loosened entrance. He pulled the finger out to find cum slicked all over it. He reached out and slipped it into Wufei's mouth, eyes dark with lust as he watched his lover suck his finger and swallow his cum.

"I love you," Wufei breathed as he released the sweet treat from his mouth.

Heero surged forward and kissed Wufei, tasting him. He did so for a few moments before pulling back and smiling. "I love you too." He couldn't wait for the wedding day when these unions would be so much more...When Wufei was officially, by state and God, his. Anticipating the day when 'I do' was the only thing he would hear from Wufei at the alter...

It was going to be music to his ears.

~*Owari*~

Oh wow! I'm done! Soo...What do you think? *nervous laugh*

Started: January 1, 2002

Finished: January 2, 2002