Author: munky
Rating: PG-15
Pairing:It's a lime, but you'll have to read to figure it out
Genre:Gundam Wing yaoi lime fanfiction
Archive: MCY
Author Notes: My Chibi Neko Wufei was pestering me to write this since I'd actually covered all the other yaoi pairings I support. Before I could point out that I have a school fic in the process, the little bastard sicced a plot bunny on me. This is what resulted.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. If you do? Well, f*** you very much too!

ON WIT DA FIC!!

He stood on the balcony, a lonely figure in the shadows of the night. He knew he had come of his own will tonight, but he still didn't understand why. Unconsciously, he brushed a windswept strand of his ebony hair away from his face as he contemplated, watching the moon's solemn passage across the sky.

"You'll get sick if you stand outside too long." A tall figure stood behind him, gazing at his shivering form with obvious concern.

"I don't care. Besides, I pilot a Gundam for a living. You have to be strong to ride Gundam." It was a statement full of harsh sarcasm, but it didn't throw off the concern in those cerulean eyes.

"Please, I'm asking you to come inside."

"I hate you." He snarled as he stalked into the room. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped him up into a loving embrace.

A kiss dropped down onto his forehead, underneath the dark silk of his hair. Then, a ghost of warm breath wafted into his ear, whispering.

"I love you."

His angry black eyes glared back. He shivered as a long fingered hand stroked the side of his face, almost mocking in its' gentleness.

"I hate you."

His mouth was captured in a searing kiss that made his very heart ache. When it finally ended, his lips were swollen and he was gasping for air, dizzy and drunk on pure sensation.

Hands stroked over his high cheekbones, memorizing the nuances of his face. He frowned and turned to the side. Kisses and nips landed on the soft skin of his neck instead, making his stomach roll and his body ache with need all at the same time.

"I love you." It came out thicker this time, suffused with the huskiness of passion.

The reply was as flat and filled with anger as ever. "I hate you."

A hot tongue curved around the sensitive shell of an ear, while hands fumbled to unbutton a white dress shirt, put on by request for this special night.

"Don't." His voice meant to sound authoritarian, instead it came out snappish. He hadn't wanted this...he never wanted it. Yet, he always came back, night after night.

Those hands ignored his command and continued, occasionally sliding into the open curve of the fabric and stroking the toned flesh underneath.

"You want it." More kisses, only this time, they were placed onto the warm flesh of firm chest muscles and circled around nipples peaked in obvious desire.

He moaned as a hot mouth plied down his stomach, feeling his skin and muscles tighten in response. It was so shameful to feel such a weakness, but he couldn't help himself.

The shirt dropped open, a white silk pool, contrasting with the crimson sheets of the lavish four-poster he had been draped across somehow. In some other time, some other place, the environment around him might have been romantic. Now however, only mutual gratification mattered. There was a war going on after all and there was no time to waste on frivolous things like love.

"No." He fought to keep himself in control. Otherwise, he would be showing how weak he was. His emotions would be free to come in and betray how he really felt.

The tongue dipped into the little well of his belly button, flicking inside once, twice, and then three times. He hissed at the little shivers of pleasure that shot up his spine in potent jolts of electricity.

Strong hands cradled his slight hips, effectively but gently pinning him down on the bed. He glared again, dark sloe eyes shining bright with anger at being restrained.

"Yes." The voice was firm, slightly panting with need for him. It also spoke of experience and knowledge, bringing up the possibility that his lover/enemy knew more about him than he knew himself.

The hands moved to the waistband of his black pants, fingertips teasing the skin underneath. Then, they traveled down to undo the button and zipper of the offensive covering.

"I hate you." He hissed out from clenched teeth as a hand slipped past the cloth barriers of protection and caressed the needy, traitorous erection now straining upwards.

The hand squeezed and stroked eagerly for a few brief, disjointed moments in time. Then it disappeared, amongst his loud, vocal protests. He was startled into silence as his pants were removed determinedly. The bedsprings squeaked as his lover's/enemy's body rose to stand.

"I love you." The rustle of clothing being shed was deafening. Then his lover/enemy was as naked as he was. He felt vulnerable and small in such a huge, lavish bed as he watched the other man approach him again from his spread-eagled position on the bed.

The hands and mouth explored his body once more. They traced every curve and crevice until he was nothing more than a motley collection of synapses and neurons lighting up like Christmas lights.

Sweat beaded up on his heated skin in anticipation for what was to come next. He knew he was a slave to his physical impulses right now and that it was weak of him to capitulate so easily, but he needed this release. He was a danger-junkie and this clandestine relationship was the ultimate drug for him.

"I can't." He tried to resist the call of his blood and body one last time before his iron will collapsed under the azure gaze of the man touching him so intimately. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"You will." A firm command from his lover/enemy before a kiss was pressed to the end of his dripping arousal. That experienced tongue slid out to swirl around the head and teeth nibbled at him lightly.

He tried to hold back a groan, but the attempt failed and one escaped anyhow. It was pleasure at one moment, torture at the next. Touches varied, sometimes just right and other times, not enough. Then he was engulfed into the moist haven of that familiar mouth and moments later, the world shattered around him.

"Ahhh!" He closed his eyes as he came, facial muscles twisting in a mask of agony and ecstasy. His hips and back arched forward reflexively, thrusting deeper into his lover/enemy's mouth for one last, sweet stroke inside.

Every trace of his passion was gone, devoured by a hungry mouth that savored his taste reverently. He always felt a feeling of shame afterwards, guilty as if he'd forced the other man to swallow.

Nevertheless, there was no time to be able to suffer in silence as lips were pressed to his. He tasted himself on the other's lips and tongue as they kissed feverishly. He was drowning, his neurons in overload as his taste buds tried to classify all the new stimuli. There was the salt and sweet taste of his semen, the unique taste of his lover/enemy, more like the scent of mint and roses than anything else, and the heated pants of air they were sharing back and forth, from one set of lungs to the other.

"Mmmm." A low moan reverberated from the older man's chest and he felt the man's erection rubbing against his leg. His own was quickly recovering as well, and he felt a need in his bones to be taken, to be filled and have the loneliness he always felt be chased away, even for one night.

"Make love to me." He pleaded as mouths broke away from each other. His soul begged for a purpose, searching for the intimacy and compassion others had lacked to give him. Suddenly the constant grief he carried around inside bubbled to the surface.

It was too much to handle and he buried his face into the smooth, sweaty skin of the other man's chest. He didn't want to show that he, of all people, could cry. He was taught since childhood that it was a weakness to cry.

"Don't cry...shh, don't cry." Hands rubbed his back gently, soothing and full of that compassion he craved so much.

The tears fell until there was nothing more inside him. He couldn't believe how weak he felt...how human he could be. Yet, he trusted his lover, his enemy, not to judge him for it.

It felt right to cry though. It felt right to be cradled in strong arms, to press his face into the supple skin that smelled of musk, and the feeling of weakness disappeared, replaced by a feeling that he belonged.

He began aggressively pursuing what he wanted to happen earlier by pressing himself against that warm body again, kissing the other man all over. He rained kisses on lips, cheeks, and eyelids, watching those beautiful eyes darken even more in desire.

"Make love to me." This time, he was demanding it. There would be no compromises, no more begging. He was in control for once.

"You need me." The statement came out as a question, without really being one. His lover/enemy knew his answer as well as he did, so it didn't really matter if he answered.

"Yes." He crawled out of those warm, caring arms and lay down on the bed again. The crimson silk surrounding him contrasted beautifully with the chestnut hue of his mostly unblemished skin. Bruises from piloting a Gundam for so long were visible, as well as scars, but they only served to emphasize how beautiful he really was.

Then the lovemaking began and ended. It was not a beginning or an ending to their meeting with each other; rather, it was a whole entire occurrence outside of everything that happened that night, with its' own beginning and end.

As his heart pounded in his chest afterwards, he looked over at the man who was his other half. Treize looked back at him, smiling.

"I love you, my graceful Dragon."

Wufei did not reply in words. Instead, he snuggled closer and allowed Treize to wrap him in his familiar embrace, the scent of roses and the sound of Treize Khushrenada's breathing lulling him to sleep.

Treize closed his eyes as well, happy that for one moment in time, he could be together with the young man he loved and see that Wufei loved him back.

Author Notes: Figured it out, huh? Well, this is actually my first 13x5, which explains why it's so short. It's just this weird habit; I can't write more than a few pages when I start using new characters. Go figure.

Let's see, anything else I should say? ::looks over her notes:: Hmm...oh yeah! Comments and constructive criticism are adored, worshiped...begged for even!! Send them to [email protected]. Flames feed my evil kitty who puts them in the litterbox where they belong. So :p.

Ja!
munky