by: Chichiri no da


Wufei sat crosslegged on his bed, eyes closed. His mind wandered, only barely aware of the outside world. It was only here, during meditation, or in the state of peace he felt while performing his katas, that he felt the war recede; that he could escape from the misery and death surrounding him.

Heero, Quatre, and Trowa were gone, sent out on missions. He was stuck in the safehouse, on a dark, rainy summer night, with only the walking disaster-ready-to-happen for company.

Thus his decision to lock himself in his room and meditate.

His mind wandered calmly along these paths, and little elicited an emotional reaction. Any of them might die this night, while he was safe at their temporary home doing nothing of consequence. The thought gave him a twinge and he concentrated on submerging himself deeper in his own subconscious.

Not that he would mind much if Heero would die.

His head snapped up and his ebony eyes opened as he registered the thought. No, he wouldn't mind if Heero died. Over the month that he had worked closely with the other pilots, rather than being on his own, he had come to know them fairly well. He had watched as Duo became more sullen, more unhappy, as his relationship with Heero had progressed. He had been the one to 'accidentally' discover Duo in the bathroom, tending to the latest set of bruises.

Duo had begged him not to kill Heero. He had complied. Barely.

Wufei's thoughts were broken as he registered a small scraping sound at his door. A moment later the previously-locked door swung open and Duo breezed in, carrying a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Konban wa, Wu-man!" he sang gaily, already two sheets to the wind and working on a third. "I got bored of drinking on my own, and I thought you might like to join me."

Wufei glared at him. "That door was locked for a reason, Maxwell," he said, more for form than out of real irritation.

"Yeah, and I appreciate you giving me chance to practice my lock-picking skills, man," Duo replied. "You never know when they would come in handy."

The Chinese pilot grunted and held out a hand for the glass. Duo was already mostly drunk, not joining him would serve no purpose and would only worsen the braided boy's mood.

"I can't get drunk tonight, Duo," Wufei warned him. "I have to go out later."

"Aww, it can't be that important." Duo pouted at him.

:Treize probably doesn't think so, but it is to me,: Wufei thought. He had discovered that the General was nearby to their safehouse, and had planned to pay him a visit and enjoy himself for a while. When the General had seduced him a month before, he had rapidly discovered that they were good for each other. The pilot's stress levels had taken a nosedive, and he figured that alone probably made up for whatever benefit Treize was accruing from it.

"I really should go," he said, trying not to be swayed by Duo's gorgeous, full-lipped pout.

"You wouldn't leave me all alone, would ya, Wu?" Duo asked, blinking his violet eyes at him.

:Shit,: Wufei thought as he realized what all of this was about. :He doesn't want to be alone. He's serious about this. Heero's really getting to him.: After a pause, he nodded. "No, I won't leave you alone, Duo. I'll stay. It's not that important."

"All right!" Duo crowed. "Let's get drunk, Wufei!"

Wufei took the bottle from Duo before he could spill it and carefully poured them each a glass. He took a sip, blinked in surprise, then took a larger one.

"This is really good, Duo," he said.

"Yeah, I know. It had a really expensive price tag on it when I stole it."

Wufei shook his head. "Baka."

Half an hour later the bottle was empty, but Wufei hardly noticed. He lay flat on his back on his bed, Duo beside him, and watched how the stucco on the ceiling shifted and swirled as he moved his head.

He pointed upwards. "I feel really dizzy, Duo," he said. "Look, it's a unicorn!"

Duo giggled, rolling onto his back. "You're really wasted, Wu-man, that's clearly a dinosaur." He paused. "What are we talking about?"

"I don't remember."

Wufei saw the flash of a grin out of the corner of his eye. "That's okay. Bein' drunk is better than bein' sober any day," pronounced Duo with an air of wisdom.

The Chinese pilot rolled over onto his side to better look at the squirming boy beside him. Duo turned his head and stuck his tongue out at him, eliciting a giggle.

"Ne, Wu-man, you didn't have a mission or anythin' did ya?"

"No, I was just going to see Treize," Wufei informed him, feeling a dreamy smile stretch his lips as he said it. He closed his eyes. "I hope I get the chance to see him tomorrow, it may be my last chance for a while."

He felt the mattress shift as Duo sat up. "Whoa, Wu-man... What the fuck are ya talkin' about?"

"Nothin', I probably shouldn't tell you."

"Tell me what?" Duo asked, sounding somewhat more sober, all of a sudden.

"That I'm sleeping with him. I shouldn't tell you, because you'll tell Heero, and Heero will shoot me," Wufei replied. He opened his eyes to see Duo staring at him with his jaw in his lap and crinkled his forehead. "Oops, I already told you."

"Oops is right!" Duo exclaimed. "Wufei, what the hell? Are you telling him stuff? Are you a spy?"

Wufei frowned and sat up, swaying a little. "I'm not a spy. I'm drunk."

"Wu-man, listen to me," Duo said seriously. Wufei's head snapped up and he focused on the braided pilot. Duo spoke slowly and clearly, enunciating every word. "Are you telling Treize our secrets?"

"Baka," Wufei replied affectionately. "I said I'm sleeping with him, not talking to him."

Duo blinked with real surprise. "You mean it's just sex?"

"No, I love him."

"But you're not a traitor?"

Wufei scoffed. "I betray no one. It's not honourable." He aimed a carefully-calculated sexy smile at Duo. "Stop asking me silly questions, Maxwell, you're spoiling my fun."

Duo shook his head. "Just one more, Wu-man, I promise. Does he treat you nice?"

The sight of the other pilot's solemn violet orbs as he asked the question finally penetrated Wufei's wine-fogged brain. He felt overwhelmed by a surge of sympathy, accompanied by a surge of hatred for Heero as he whispered his reply. "Aa, he does. Otherwise I'd never go back."

Duo smiled. "Then it's all right. So long as he treats you right, that's all that matters."


He shrugged. "Of course. I mean, we're involved with this war and everything. We all need to take love where you find it, you know?"

"Aa," Wufei replied thoughtfully. Then he came to a decision. He leaned forward and put his arms around Duo, ignoring the gasp of surprise and reflexive stiffening of the other pilot's muscles. Placing his face inches from Duo's, he whispered. "I'd always treat you well, Duo." Then he captured the other boy's mouth in a deep kiss.

When they broke for a breath of air, Duo's eyes were wide and shocked. "Wu..." he whispered.

"It kills me how Heero treats you. You don't need to let him do that to you," Wufei said urgently. "Let me love you, instead."

"B-But, Wufei," Duo looked like he wouldn't be more surprised if he'd been hit by a Mack truck while sitting down to watch television in his living room. "You love Treize, not me!"

" 'Take love where you can find it,'" Wufei quoted. "What's wrong with my loving both of you?"

"You l-love me?"

"Yes, I do. Ai shiteru, Duo," Wufei said softly. "I have for a long time, and I'll never let Heero hurt you again."

Duo's eyes filled with tears and he practically leapt into Wufei's arms again, crushing the Chinese boy's lips with his kiss.

Wufei felt something within him give as he felt the other boy's body pressed against him. *I want to give myself to him,* he thought. *I want to be his, the way I am with Treize. I want to give myself to him.* Even he didn't understand the meaning of the words, but he knew they were true. *I'll be everything to Duo that he can never have.*

His world shifted, the alcohol in his body drained away, leaving him sober, high only on Duo, and nothing else. Everything grew clearer, more immediate. He drew back for a moment, took in Duo's flushed cheeks, his reddened lips and dilated pupils and smiled.

"Duo," he whispered. "What do you want, my love?"

Duo groaned, shifting uncomfortably. "God, Wu-man, I've never seen anything so sexy in my life."

Wufei chuckled easily. "And...?"

Duo sat up, shifting so that Wufei had to lie on his back in order to continue to look into his gorgeous violet eyes. The braided boy had a look of need and hunger on his face and he was already breathing hard, even though they had barely touched each other.

"And," he said hungrily. "I want to eat you all up, that's what I want."

"Yes, Duo," Wufei whispered. "Make me yours."

Duo didn't need to be asked twice.

He lowered his face slowly, meeting Wufei's lips with his own and nibbling gently on them before thrusting his tongue into the Chinese boy's mouth. Their tongues twisted sinuously around each other as Duo slipped a hand under Wufei's tanktop and pulled gently on his nipples. Wufei moaned into his mouth and reached up to give Duo similar treatment, but found his hand forced back down to the mattress. Duo pulled away long enough to smirk at him.

"Uh uh, I want to do this properly, Wu-chan. And I can't do nothin' with you distracting me like that."

Wufei nodded obediently, smiling. "Your wish is my command, Duo."

"Wow... you sure know how to turn a guy on, Wu-man. I didn't think you had it in you."

"I'm full of surprises-ah!" Wufei was cut off as Duo began lapping at his neck, bathing him with his tongue. It sent shivers through his body, accentuated by the jolt of pleasure from Duo's hands on his chest. His hips bucked helplessly and Duo pulled back to purr.

"Mmmmm... is there something you want, Wu-man?" He pushed Wufei's shirt up and began bathing his taut stomach, flickering his tongue in and out of his bellybutton and continuing maddeningly slowly down to the waistband of his pants.

"Ahh, yes, Duo... I want... you... God, please!"

"Honto?" Duo asked playfully, tracing the line of Wufei's waistband with a finger. The Chinese pilot raised his head to look at him, his face flushed, his eyes dark with need.

"Hai, onegai."

"As you wish, Wufei..." Duo breathed his name, the sound dancing in the air for a timeless moment.

Then Wufei's world exploded.

Duo yanked down his pants and threw them across the room, then locked his lips around Wufei's aching, weeping shaft. He sucked hard, then swirled his tongue around the tip, causing the other boy to cry out with pleasure. Duo's mouth was flooded with the sweet-salty precum and he allowed it to flow out of his mouth and down Wufei's cock, lubricating it. He swallowed it to the hilt, the tip of Wufei's cock scraping against the back of his throat, and then raised his head until only the very tip was still in his mouth, then plunged it down again. And again, and again, as Wufei cried his name and tangled his fingers in his hair.

"Ahh! Duo! God, don't, stop, onegai!" Wufei found himself crying out helplessly, unable to even hear his own voice over the rising tide of ecstasy.

Encouraged by Wufei's cries, Duo slid a hand under the pilot's wildly bucking hips and probed the crack, searching and finding the tight bud within. He slowly slid a finger inside, meeting no resistance.

Wufei felt the penetration and threw his head back in a final exclamation of pleasure as he came, flooding Duo's mouth with sticky white fluid. Duo raised his head as he swallowed, but Wufei shook his head wildly.

"Don't... stop... Duo. PLEASE!"

Duo gaped at him, though Wufei couldn't see it, as his eyes were squeezed tightly shut against the waves of desire that were sweeping through him. "W-What?"

"Don't stop Duo," Wufei pleaded. "Use your hand, anything, just don't stop!"

Still confused, Duo wrapped his free hand around Wufei's cock and continued pumping. Almost immediately, Wufei came again, coating his stomach with fluid, then again, almost before the second orgasm had finished shuddering through him, and again. And again.


Duo continued to pump as Wufei orgasmed over and over, his mind awhirl with amazement. *My God, Wufei,* he thought. *I didn't think guys could do this!*

Finally, the last of the shocks seems to die down and Duo felt Wufei's hard penis grow lax in his hand. Almost relieved, but still in shock, he withdrew his fingers from inside the other pilot and curled up beside the helplessly panting Wufei.

"Ne, Wu-man, you okay?" he asked, a little concerned. His own need was far from assuaged, but he had to make sure that Wufei was all right. He wouldn't use Wufei the way Heero had used him. Never.

Wufei's voice, when it responded, was dead and distant, almost like that of a computer's. "Evaluate performance."

Duo blinked in surprise. "What?"

Wufei turned his face, slicked with sweat, but devoid of emotion, towards Duo. "Evaluate performance, please."

Duo felt a cold stone settle in the pit of his stomach. "Uh, you were amazing, Wufei. What kinda trick are you trying to pull now?"

A distantly confused look passed over Wufei's face, then passed away like the wind. "Do you wish to enter any new programming at this time?"

"P-p-programming? What are you talking about?"

"Do you wish to be advised of program parameters?"

"Yes." Duo sat up and pulled his knees up towards his chest, regarding the other pilot with wide, frightened eyes. *What have I done to you, Wufei? What's going on?*

"Wufei has been selected for special programming and genetic enhancement in the area of sexual satisfaction. He is capable of producing both female and male pheromones, is skilled in all areas of sexual pleasuring, can take pleasure in all sorts of stimulation, including pain, and is capable of multiple orgasms. Wufei himself is unaware of this programming. Those with access to his programming are capable of inputting particular behavioural schemata that would please you. Would you like to enter any new programming at this time?"

"Uh, how did I get access to his programming?"

"Wufei determined that he would like you to have access. No other parameters currently exist for selection." There was a pause, then. "Would you like to enter any new programming at this time?"

*Jesus, Wu, you sound like a fucking computer. What did Laoshi O do to you?* He felt a surge of mixed despair and anger, and tears sprang to his eyes. "No," he said violently, shaking his head so hard his braid flew. "I just want Wufei back! I just want him to act normal again!"


Wufei blinked a few times, then glanced over at Duo, looking instantly contrite. "Duo? What's wrong?" Duo threw himself into Wufei's arms, holding back the sobs through sheer force of will.

"Wufei! Are you okay? I'm sorry, man."

"Yes, of course I'm fine." A note of irritation entered his voice as Wufei tried to extricate himself from the near-hysterical boy. "Duo, what's wrong with you? What's going on? I'm fine, wonderful, in fact. Calm down."

Duo raised his head and looked searchingly into Wufei's black orbs. "Wufei, you've got some kind of programming. You've been brainwashed and genetically altered and God knows what else. I somehow managed to trip it."

Wufei's eyes widened. "W-W-What?"

"You went all computer-like and shit and were asking me if I wanted to program you and stuff. And you said you didn't even know that it had been done to you!"

"T-That's crazy. I don't know what you're talking about." Wufei's voice held a note of panic.

"Well, it happened, unless you were pulling my leg, in which case I'm going to have to be mad, cause you scared the hell out of me."

"I, I don't remember this at all." Wufei's arms stole around Duo's back and he buried his face in his shoulder. "What do we do now?" he whispered. Duo could feel his hands trembling.

"I... don't know."

They lay in silence for a long while, then Wufei spoke again. "Ne, Duo, are you okay? I didn't... I mean, you never..."

"Don't worry Wu-man. After that scare, I don't think I'm in the mood anymore."

"I'm sorry." Wufei's voice sounds so small and scared that Duo raised his head to give him a smirk.

"Don't be sorry. I'll live, believe me. You'll just have to give me some of that mind-blowing magic some other time."

"If you say so, Duo," Wufei sighed. "Heero is not going to like this."

Duo stiffened. Oh yeah. "Ne, Wu-man, maybe we should, uh, not tell Heero about this. He's not going to just 'not like this'. He's probably going to kill you!"

"No, he won't." Wufei said with certainty. He stroked Duo's hair. "You will never have to go back to him again. I'll deal with it, I promise."

"Ne, Wu, what are you going to do?"

"He's coming back from his mission the day after tomorrow, right?"


Wufei nodded slightly. "Then tomorrow night we'll go visit Treize and find out what he knows about this programming, and when Heero gets back, I'll deal with him. Don't worry."

"What makes you think Treize would know anything?"

Wufei shrugged. "Who else would?"

"Good point." Duo raised his head and glared at Wufei. "But you still haven't told me what you're going to do to Heero."

Wufei smiled tenderly, raised his head and laid a gentle kiss on Duo's lips. "Duo, I love you. I swear I will protect you. Just trust me, and everything will be all right, okay?"

Duo was overwhelmed. He nodded, and allowed Wufei to gather him into an embrace again. "I trust you, Fei, just don't get yourself hurt."

"Believe me, that's the last thing I want to do, Duo. Now, go to sleep, beloved."

Duo smiled. "Beloved," he whispered. "I like the sound of that." The two boys lay in silence, listening to the patter of the rain on the windows, until they finally fell asleep, safe in each other's arms.