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His fingers had gone funny. Well. So had his belly for that matter, and if he giggled, then Chang Wufei would absolutely deny it at all costs.
He'd taken the lactase, though. He was sure of it, all chalky in his mouth, and then stomach illness followed by zoooop. Things had gone awry. And his fingers were leaving a motion trail against the light.
Zooooop.
Zoooooooop.
Everything was smears and pretty, and Treize was sitting across from him, looking serious.
Yes. That was funny, too, now that he'd managed to leave the bathroom, and Wufei sighed, pleased with himself.
Zooop. "My fingers are strange."
"How strange are they?" Treize reached out and tapped his fingertips. The echo of the touch sent a pleasant jolt straight to his groin.
Well. Not his pants. His parts in his pants? Yes. His parts in his pants. "Whee strange." Zooop. And a tap of fingertips again, because that definitely was nice. Everything was nice. "Hi."
"Hi." Fingers on fingers, and he felt like he was melting, but it was okay. "Maxwell, what was in your lactaid?"
That was funny. It was an enzyme. That was all it was. "My wha...? I'm not even lactose intolerant, buddy." And then he leaned over Treize's shoulder, and Wufei laughed because he could reach out and...
Boop. His finger poked the upturned tilt of Duo's nose.
"Oh. Oh, shit. That was E."
What was E? Elephants. Electric eels. Errant, enigmatic elbows. It made him giggle again, the sound feeling just as strange as his fingers.
Now he had two serious looks, and Treize gave a long, ridiculous sigh, and reached out to pet Wufei's cheek. "I'm glad it wasn't LSD or 2CI."
Treize had the best fingers. In so many ways, and maybe he had said that out loud because Duo began laughing like a complete lunatic, covering his face with his hand as if that would somehow make it easier for Wufei not to realize he was the one being laughed at. Still.
Best fingers.
"Sorry, man. It, uh. I forgot about it, to be honest. It's a great way to get it through customs if you've got ideas about having a good time?"
"Do you really think I have to smuggle anything through customs?" He was terribly distracted by the hand, the way Treize was leaning in, and everything felt like ripples and fuzz and glow somehow. "How long does this last?"
"A long enough time to have a good time. And I honestly think nobody would have the balls to search your shit, my guy. But, uh. Yeah, I think I'll go talk Heero and Relena into going out for late-night ice cream. All things considered." And he looked sly about it, too.
"Sorry, we'll just have to occupy your guest room for the evening." Fingers stroked his hair, and he wanted to purr. "And possibly I'll borrow a tab as well."
"Not at all a problem." Duo seemed a bit sheepish, and Wufei wondered whether he would feel good, too, if he reached out and petted his head. Like a sheep? Probably not. "I put 'em in here to keep 'em separate from Heero's legit ones and forgot. Go to town. I'll..." He gestured to the door with his thumb.
"Thanks. And sorry about this." Treize said sorry, but he never seemed super, super sorry about stuff like that. Once, he had dreamed that Wufei had hatched out of an egg.
Wufei wasn't entirely convinced that drugs hadn't been involved.
Still.
Still, he stood and began gently tugging Wufei up, as well, and coaxed him toward the guest room and the accompanying guest bath where, apparently, Duo hoarded illicit substances. When he was in his right mind, he would most likely refuse to return again until that problem had been resolved. At the moment, though?
No. He was good. He was so, so very good.
Everything felt so good, and Treize's hands were everywhere. It was wonderful, and the spin seemed to have a color and a joy to it even as he sprawled on the bed.
"Come down to me." Because he didn't think that he could sit up, the best he could do was reach up both hands and give Treize a look that he hoped was more come-hither and less why no, I have never given a lap dance before, but I'm sure as hell trying.
It didn't matter, not to Treize, and it made him laugh a little as Treize took a swig of water and offered him the bottle. "Drink this first."
"Bossy." Well, of course, he was bossy. He was himself, and Wufei was inca, incorpo.... incapacitated. Capacitor. Capital, and he nearly choked on the water when he took a hefty swig that was perhaps a bit much.
"I've taken one, too. It's been ages since I tried it, I recall it's not too hefty..." Treize was so organized and so calm, and Wufei sometimes thought he had tried everything. And then some.
Wufei's eyes went wide. "Drugs. We've taken drugs!" He felt ridiculous just saying it out loud. "Duo gave us drugs?"
"Accidentally. I'm sure he saves them for good times only." Treize began to gently pull at Wufei's clothes.
"But they're drugs, Treize." He was distinctly ashamed of himself about it, too. Duo had accidentally popped his illegal substances cherry. "Is there in fact such a thing as an illegal substances cherry?" he asked as Treize pulled off his shirt, his hair falling in a messy, fluffy tangle when it came over his head.
He swore he felt every hair as it came down, brushing his skin and covering his eyes until Treize reached out a hand to brush it back, smiling. "Possibly."
There was no helping the scowl he gave. "And I've given it up to Duo Maxwell. Thrice be damned." He did like the feel of that hand, though, and he couldn't help the shudder of pleasure he gave.
"Too straitlaced for drugs." And his partner hadn't ever even tried to offer them to him, and Wufei wasn't sure if he should have been pleased or offended.
Both. He would have been quite possibly both. "They're quite bad. As you should know." But his fingers were back to being fascinating again, and zoooop. Zoop. "But I think I like this one."
"Mmm, possibly we should both undress and then lie here together." His own shirt followed Wufei's to the chair where Wufei's duffel lay.
By that point, he had looked rather close to Treize and discovered his nipples, small and pink and perky, the flesh around them feeling lovely against his thumbs, like little pink erasers somehow. "Mhm." His fingers were still leaving little trails, but that didn't stop him from enjoying those nipples.
Treize chuckled, warm and low, and slipped in closer to him while unbuckling Wufei's belt. "How are you feeling?"
Oh, that was a good question. "Hmm. Warm. Definitely warm." And horny, but Treize did that to him. Always.
And pingy. Springy? Like everything was fast and molasses slow at the same time, and hot. Treize smiled like a slow cat and cupped his ass over his underwear.
Oh.
Oh, that definitely made it worse, and Wufei leaned up, face tilted, wanting a kiss. Particularly with that smile on his face. "Please." Because Treize liked that word, and Wufei liked saying it. He loved the way it played the other man like an instrument, a string pulled predictably, and the way the smile turned sly before he was being kissed and groped and stripped all at the same time.
Treize had a thousand hands. They were everywhere, and Wufei didn't bother keeping the groan behind his teeth. Not when every part of him felt. It was impossible to describe the way of it, the way it made him want, the way he was going to ride Treize into the sunset, and then he was laughing again, gleeful and pleased and hot.
It was wild, and something about Treize's joy in touching him kept it contagious, a goalless sort of roaming toward pleasure.
It got better once Treize was naked. Wufei loved the sight of him, the feel of him, and his body was a glory that could not be denied. He was all functional muscle, and Wufei'd always enjoyed his arms, the biceps, the way they moved, and it was entirely possible that he got lost in those arms for a long moment. Possibly more than a long moment, hands caressing over them, tracing the line, and Wufei couldn't help sighing with delight.
A kiss nuzzled against his temple. "Hmn, not going to say no to body worship. You feel good, too." He felt a flex, and god, yes, that was an impossible delight, made his mouth go dry from want or more like damp from the need to taste.
Wufei shifted, leaned in, and bit Treize's shoulder gently, tonguing his way down to the best part of the muscle before he bit again. "Mmm. Gorgeous."
It got him another soft laugh. "Putting a new meaning to eating me. God, you feel good."
"I will eat you," he promised, but it was muffled against the bicep he was currently mouthing. The skin was soft, and he tasted good. Clean, just a bit like the bath soap that they had used before dinner because they'd bathed after tromping through the woods helping their favorite (only) trio look for a tree to put up in their living room.
It was a nice tree. Wufei wanted to see what it would look like, and maybe the lights would look more sparkling than the lights near the window just then.
Treize pulled him up for another kiss. "You can eat parts of me."
Like his mouth, Wufei may have gotten lost in that. He might have gotten lost for a very long time, in fact, and he wasn't entirely sure that Treize wasn't lost in it, too. There were worse things than kissing him endlessly, and the vague realization that they were rocking against one another in a lazy, sweet sort of rhythm that left him sighing, breath mingling with breath, and his head felt so very soft and fuzzy at the edges.
It felt good and hot and lazy, like they were fucking outside on a holiday island and not in a guest bedroom that was colder than it needed to be. Like maybe they were at the property near Hanoi with the lagoon.
Wufei liked that one, and it distracted him, if only for a moment. "Mmm, we should go on vacation later. New Year's, possibly." When they weren't horny and fucking and, quite frankly, high.
"Your choice," Treize agreed, dragging fingers down his spine in a way that made Wufei feel like it echoed. And sprung. And damn near made him come up off the bed with the glory of it.
"Sweet Christ." His voice was hoarse, and he thought he might die just a bit. It wasn't his religion, but exposure to Duo Maxwell had led to a number of strange phrases taking up residence in his brain.
"Christ on bikes, as one sergeant had said." Treize scooted down a little, and then he started to kiss down Wufei's chest, and he was going to die. He was going to come unglued and just die of glorious and magnificent pleasure, and possibly he was saying as much.
The room was lovely and a little spinny. Just a bit, and he patted Treize's hair, the texture almost crisp against his fingers, which felt too much. "That, I suppose, is one way to get to one's destination." With Christ. On a bike. "In a." He laughed. "In a hopped-up sidecar. Duo has the best obscure epithets. Tell me some more."
"Hmn, on a cracker. Christ on a cracker. Which is funny." Treize turned his head and nipped a nipple gently.
It felt ridiculous, sending shivers of sensation all the way down to the soles of his feet. And he was ticklish, which made him give the most ridiculous snort of laughter, a honk of a sound. "On a crutch. Why do people want to put the poor man on so many strange things?" His own fingers stroked over Treize's shoulders, a trail of fingertips and a press of thumb.
"He put himself on strange things," Treize countered, giving a noise that was something like a groan, maybe, and he pressed back against Wufei's fingers.
"Maybe," Wufei considered, "in a bit, I can put myself on something strange. And pleasurable." If he didn't get distracted, because there was something wonderful about the shivers working through him, the way Treize's tongue was giving him little licks, little bites following them.
It was hypnotic, and everything felt like he was sliding through sand, which was both off and correct at once, and Treize's lazy, slow exploration intensified it. Made everything seem a steady stream of pleasure, because everything with him was always so good. Good, and he was maybe sighing it, maybe giving up entirely because the world was hazy with it, and he wanted to fall into it more than just a little. He had never felt anything quite like it, layered through the feeling of touch and heat, until he was dimly aware that Treize was sucking his balls.
Oh.
Ohhh, he did like that, and the sheets were cool and silky beneath his skin, and when had they gotten down to sheets? He didn't know, and it didn't matter. Not when he could keep petting Treize's head, making muffled little sounds of enjoyment. The room was back to spinning just a bit at the edges, and so he closed them to better concentrate on the heat starting to pool in his groin, the way that he wanted to do whatever Treize asked if only that feeling wouldn't stop.
Treize wasn't asking so much as nudging and stopping and then checking, but everything felt like syrup, and he did want his dick sucked. Properly. The man was very good at it and was tracing distracting curves inside his thigh with his tongue instead. "You could bite," Wufei offered, and his voice held onto what he knew, absolutely and with experience, was probably the start of laughter.
He didn't do this. He did not get high, he barely drank, but he knew himself well enough to know that drunk sex meant laughter, and possibly he should have thought of that before now.
It garnered him a chuckle and a firm bite that was followed by kisses, and Treize nuzzled at the underside of his cock. "Just enjoying this. We should laze in bed more."
"Mmmm, yes. It is nice. Might be nicer if the room weren't... tilt-y." But nice, all the same. "The bite was delicious. So are you." And if he just kept petting him, well. There was nothing wrong with it.
"Biting when I'm sober." But he mouthed Wufei's dick then, firmly, lips over his teeth, and it made him wiggle and stroke Treize's hair. He had nice hair, really soft. Such a good feeling, and then he sighed because ohhhh. Oh, that was lovely.
"Biting when you're sober," Wufei agreed in a mumble. "Somewhere you can mark." Funny. Funny that they had such an odd past and such a strange future, and maybe he was talking about it a little bit. Maybe a lot.
Maybe a whole lot, about how he adored Treize, about how perhaps he should, in fact, learn how to give a proper lap dance because that would be amusing. It would be fun because Treize was fun and they laughed in bed, and oh.
Oh.
It was like a weird, shocky feeling, too much all at once, and it lingered, and he was thinking of flowers when Treize kissed the inside of his thigh again, mouth relaxed.
"Oh," he said aloud, a shudder working its way through his entire body. "I think. That we should do this again sometime. With more forethought." Wufei felt like he had lost his mind even to suggest it.
"Electrolytes," Treize murmured, sliding up slowly. He was humming, something hard to pin down but familiar. Maybe it was something classical. Maybe it was one of those records they'd found at a back-country shop in New Canada. Some of them had been warped, some downright melted, but a few had been...
Oh.
Oh, that was nice, too. "Hmmm, yes. Yes, but first move a little closer," he invited, working his thighs to part just right, and he sighed.
It didn't require extra thought. Treize slid his hips against Wufei's, one hand sliding down to cup his ass. "You feel so good. Every time."
Yes. "Yes, and I want you." Shifting, he used his own hands to pull Treize in to him, to kiss him, all tongue and lips and the light stubble of skin, and Wufei thought in a disjointed sort of way that nothing could possibly satisfy him as much as this.
The kissing distracted him, or both of them, and it stretched out long and lazy, his dick starting to ache again. They were pressed against one another, bodies just sweaty enough that he had found a groove against one hip that was perfect, sliding skin on skin, and he panted, head dropping back.
"Yes." Yes again, because yes was the only word he had for Treize. It was the only word he ever wanted to have for him, and the world was soft-focused, fuzzy at the edges, and he groaned.
So good, so fucking good, endless, and Treize was kissing his neck while rocking against him. Yes, yes, yes, and he wanted it just a little faster...
Just enough. Just perfect, and he did cry out then, much more than the earlier oh, because Treize did things to him. Unspeakable, lovely, wonderful things, and he held on, shuddering through the pleasure, spilling against Treize's hip and making a mess of him, of both of them, so that all he could do was give quiet panting cries that choked off now and then.