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Wufei looked at Zechs, surprised. He couldn't think of an excuse not to, and
he wasn't sure he wanted to say no. "Ok," he said finally, and they walked to
a neighborhood coffee shop, not staying on Preventer grounds by unspoken
The procedure of ordering coffee, paying and getting seated managed to
distract them both from the odd fact that they were alone together, something
that had never happened before.
Finally they sat across from each other, coffee steaming between them. Both
started to say something, then stopped, then started, again, apologizing.
They both laughed.
"Maybe this was a mistake," Zechs finally managed to say, awkwardly.
"What? Having coffee? Because you could have tea instead," Wufei managed to
That broke the tension, and they both laughed.
"I don't know what we're doing here," Zechs said truthfully.
"I don't even know what to call you," Wufei said. "Milliardo, Zechs? What do
"Zechs is fine. I honestly don't care. I used to think that a name was
everything, but so much has changed," Zechs answered.
"Yes, it has," replied Wufei, and they just looked each other for a long
moment, and shared a perfect understanding, unspoken.
They spoke of various things, then, wherever the conversation took them.
Wufei found that Zechs had a well-developed sense of humor that belied his
cool exterior. Zechs found that Wufei had somehow had time to acquire quite a
classical education, and there wasn't a subject that the two of them couldn't
have an intelligent, enjoyable conversation about.
With a start, Zechs realized that they had been talking for nearly an hour
and a half. It seemed like much less, and Zechs found himself reluctant to
leave, and go back to work. He would rather stay here with Wufei, gazing into
those exotic eyes.
Wufei glanced at his watch and came to the same conclusion. It was nearly
4pm. He wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't really have that much more to
do, and I don't feel like going back to the office," echoing Zechs' thoughts.
Wufei paused, dark eyes suddenly uncertain. He was really having a good time
with Zechs, and he couldn't get enough of the gorgeous blue eyes and platinum
Zechs took a deep breath, and took the plunge. It wasn't as if he didn't know
the boy's inclinations. "I really enjoyed talking with you today, Wufei.
Would you like to go out, maybe have an early dinner?" The blond man held his
breath, suddenly apprehensive. Coffee was one thing, but dinner?
Wufei paused. Did he really want this as much as his body did? He decided he
did. He smiled. "I'd like that, Zechs."
Zechs smiled back. "Great!"
So it was that they found themselves across a ridiculously romantic candlelit
table, sharing a delicious meal and getting slightly drunk. Wufei decided he
hadn't had this much fun for a long time, and told the blond man so.
"Neither have I," Zechs answered seriously, then burst out laughing. "We're
kind of pathetic, aren't we?"
Wufei grinned, and had to agree.
They both reached for the wine bottle then; their fingers brushed and an
electric shock seemed to run between the two of them. Their eyes met, and
Zechs deliberately put his hand back over Wufei's. Neither said anything for
a long moment. Then the waitress bustled up, ruining the moment, and both men
dropped their hands guiltily.
But the tone was already set. Their hands brushed again; and then Wufei felt
Zechs' foot against his. Their eyes kept locking across the table, and they
would lapse into meaningful silences that neither wanted to break. The
tension was rising, a tension that both welcomed. Finally, Zechs could stand
it no longer.
Both laughed as they interrupted each other, stopped talking and then started
again at the same time. They were soon laughing harder, and Wufei stared at
the beautiful blond man across the table, face flushed.
"You're amazing, Zechs."
Zechs looked across the table at the dark-haired boy. "So are you."
Wufei smiled, "Well, if that's decided, then, shall we get out of here?"
Zechs was surprised. "Wh-what would you like to do?"
Wufei paused, then took the plunge. "Shall we stop dancing around? I know
what I want. What do you want?"
Zechs took a deep breath, and decided. "You."
Wufei smiled. "The feeling is mutual. So, at the risk of sounding like a
clich�, my place or yours?"
Zechs felt himself harden as he contemplated what they were doing. "I don't
mind," he answered, mouth suddenly dry.
"My place isn't very big," offered Wufei, licking his lips, suddenly nervous.
"Well, my place it is, then," smiled Zechs, nervousness warring with desire
as he paid the check.
There wasn't much talk on the way back to Zechs' apartment. They were both
nervous, yet they both wanted it.
Zechs tried to concentrate on driving, though he was so hard it hurt. He
nearly jumped when he felt Wufei's hand on his. He looked over at Wufei; the
dark-haired boy smiled at him seductively, and Zechs nearly moaned. Then
Wufei moved his hand to rest on Zechs' muscular thigh.
Zechs tried to speak. "Wh-what are you doing, Wufei?"
"What do you think?" the boy replied as he moved his hand up higher. "Do you
want me to stop?"
Zechs shook his head quickly, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "No, don't
Wufei moved his hand higher, just below the crease that marked the top of the
blond man's thigh.
Zechs held his breath; the boy's hand was so close to his aching arousal, yet
not touching it. It was sweet torture.
Wufei smiled at the way Zechs responded to his touch. He almost couldn't
believe that he was doing this, but he was slightly drunk and overwhelmingly
horny and Zechs was too excruciatingly beautiful for his own good. Spurred on
by the blond's reaction, Wufei slid his hand up farther, until he could
literally feel the heat from Zechs' trapped erection. Then he brushed his
fingers just over the line of hardness that stretched out Zechs' pants, and
the blond man let his head fall back against the headrest and drew his breath
Feeling more confident, Wufei ran a finger along the length of Zechs'
arousal, eliciting a moan from the other man.
"Oh, god, Wufei, you turn me on so much," moaned the blond, trying to drive
As if what he was doing to Zechs wasn't stimulating enough, the other man's
words drove Wufei's passion higher. His own erection aching with need, Wufei
gently squeezed Zechs through his pants, wishing they were home already.
Wufei continued to torture Zechs the rest of the way back to the blond man's
apartment. By the time they pulled in, Zechs was panting.
"Wufei... you'll pay for teasing me like this," moaned Zechs as he tried to
park his car without hitting anything.
"I certainly hope so," the boy replied, shivering at the promise in the other man's voice.
Continued in part 10